Reuben’s Trabel Journal Entry #16

Paris, France
Weather: Clear skies, ideal for scooters and existential thoughts

We were up wiff the croissants again today—Dougie woke me up by whispering dramatically, “Reuben. The bones. We must go see the bones.” Which, if you’re wondering, is not how I usually like to start my day.

Instead ob heading straight to the Catacombs (which he is still campaigning for), we compromised wiff a scenic scooter ride fru the city to knock out some errands and soak in the morning light. It really was stunning—golden sun on cobblestones, a light breeze that smelled like espresso and pastries, and barely any traffic except pigeons.

We did a little cheese pickup (priorities), posed at the Arc de Triomphe (tourist classic), and then met up wiff Peter and the gang at the corner café for a quick snack before continuing the day’s adbentures.

Dougie is still muttering about “honoring history” and “descending into the underworld,” so… we might be heading underground later. I’m bringing snacks either way.

– Reuben xoxo

P.S. Dougie insists he wasn’t yelling “WHEEEEEEE!” the whole ride, but my ears disagree.