Notre-Dame

Postcard Home – From Reuben
Notre-Dame de Paris, July 30

Today’s excursion to the iconic Notre-Dame was meant to be a quiet, reflectibe one. We eben whispered as we entered, craning our necks to take in the soaring ceilings, the golden chandeliers, and the soft filtered light fru rose windows that made eberyfing feel gentle and timeless.

And then… Dougie spotted the baptismal font.

To be fair, it does look like a fancy, ceremonial birdbath. And Dougie, in his infinite enthusiasms and qwestionable judgment, leapt onto the rim and struck what can only be described as a jazz-pirouette-flamingo pose and started dancing, right there above the sacred waters.

Someone gasped. A child applauded. The tourists snapped photos.

And then a very solemn man wiff a badge and deeply furrowed brow asked us, in seberal languages, to please bacate the premises immediately.

Dougie wabed to the crowd as we shuffled out. “Tell them it was modern interpretib dance!” he shouted. Baxter pulled his hood up. Fish tried to claim he didn’t know us. Barry muttered, “I told him not to climb anyfing reflectibe.”

So we’re adding “incident at Notre-Dame” to our list ob Paris memories — somewhere between “cheese tasting at midnight” and “nearly getting stuck in a baguette vending machine.”

We regret eberyfing. But also, kind of noffing. Fankfully Fish got a foto to capture the memory.

— Reuben
Club Scribe, Dougie Chaperone (reluctant), Collector of Banned Location Lists