We started our day with going to Notre Dame. We then stood in queue for three months to walk 9 trillion steps to the top, which I complained about for Ken’s amusement. Ken says I speak in hyperboles, but he’s always wrong. It actually wasn’t so bad, I like to get all my nagging in before noon so it frees up my day.

I don’t know if Ken’s fear of heights or his vertigo brought on this giggle fit… but it was highly entertaining.

Although some spaces were quite snug… it was fun for the whole family.  Though I wouldn’t bring children up there, unless your tired of them and want to Alley-Oupp them over the edge.

The view of the roof tops of Paris was quite beautiful. And one could appreciate it for about ten minutes..then…well, it’s a lot of stairs to climb. And with my short attention span coupled with my determination to get my 5 Euro’s worth. We did what any ADD creative would do…we goofed off. I pinched a steeple. It’s an old trick but an effective one.

I’m pretty much a one trick pony. I stuck my finger in a gargoyle’s mouth.

Ken got in on the action and patted the gargoyle.

I know it’s impossible to tell,  but the fourth gargoyle is me.

Mental note: Lots of gargoyles, don’t have sandwiches in your pocket.

Then we went to see a bell, it was big, and bronze and… anyway we got to go through this door to see it and it gave Ken a chance to play Hobbit.

If you can see it, Sacré Coeur is the dome on the horizon line. Ken and I both looked at it and said, “Yes Please.” So down we went.

On the way down the 9 trillion hyperbolistic steps we often found ourselves alone. To further humiliate ourselves even more…here is Ken being Quazi Moto.

That seemed a bit cliché so we decided to play secret agent man with the other unknowing or nonparticipating visitors.

Sad….really…

I’m almost 40… still acting like an idiot.

When God closes a window he opens a door…. I’m in Notre Dame… open the God Dame door!

Obligatory action shots

I felt just like Tom Cruise in that spy movie… except I’m a better actor. But that’s not saying much, the stone block beside me is a better actor. But that’s between me and Tom.

Arriving at Sacré Coeur…

Arriving ON Sacré Coeur.

Getting into places I’m not supposed to be.

Ken informed me that spies don’t laugh.

After all of our horsing about, oh, and by the way the Basilica was magnificent, we walked down to catch a cab back to the Rive Gouche. Ken stopped me and said, “Squat down and let me set this camera on your head to steady it so I can take a picture.”  Sean Rush, International Artist, Luxury Interior Designer, Di-pod.

When there were no cabs to be found, we decided the next adventure should be the Metro! Easy as pie…but when you don’t know…an ADVENTURE!

We should be medicated.

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