Trabel Journal Entry #12 – Midnight at the Loubre

After arribing in Paris, me, Dougie, and Teddy made a beeline for the Louvre, eager to see the treasures—particularly the tiny, mysterious painting Dougie insisted was called the Moan-a Cheese-a. But when we got there, the grand glass pyramid stood quiet and still. Closed.

Instead of heading back to their cozy little apartment for sleep like sensible kids might, we did what all excellent adbenturers do: found pastries!

Under the glow ob the pyramid lights, we set up a tiny table and shared flaky tarts, glossy blackberries, and a thimble ob raspberry tea. Dougie kept the conversation lively (mostly about snacks he planned to try next), while I admired the architecture and Teddy nodded sleepily but contentedly.

The museum might not hab been open, but the night had offered us somefing better—a quiet moment in the heart ob Paris, wiff good friends and good food. The art can wait until morning.

– Reuben