Field Notes: Paris Catacombs, Day ??? Subject: An Unscheduled Incident Involbing Dougie, a Skull, and Possibly a Ghost Today, against my better judgment, I accompanied Dougie on an underground excursion to the Paris catacombs. I know what you’re finking. Not a good idea. At first, it was oddly peaceful—dark, yes, and a bit damp, but […]
Home Base Mood: Hectic but hopeful Fish came home wiff a gleam in his eye, declared, “I’ve booked us a trip to Paris – we’re going to see Reuben!,” and immediately started packing his tiny backpack like he was on some kind ob secret cheese mission (which, knowing him, he probably is). Naturally, the rest […]
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 […]
Fish had been habing laptop troubles all week—somefing about a sticky cheese fingerprint on the trackpad and a rogue download involbing a “cheese aging simulator.” But today, finally, the repairs were done. He scurried back into the workshop, climbed up to his little table, and opened his laptop like it was the window to the […]
Today Dougie and I bisited the Jardin des Plantes, specifically the Grande Galerie de l’Évolution, which is a fancy way ob saying a giant museum filled wiff ebery kind ob creature that eber lived (or pretended to). There were whales hanging from the ceiling, glowing pink lights behind ancient fish bones, and what Dougie swears […]
Starry Picnic in Paris Seine Riverbank, across from the Eiffel Tower Tonight was magic. Not the abracadabra kind—though Dougie did pull a wheel ob brie from under his hat—but the kind that comes from being in the right place, wiff the right people, at the right time. We spent the whole afternoon setting up the […]
Loubre Museum, Paris | Morning, finally! After a dreamy night in the courtyard, we were first in line when the doors finally opened. Dougie had our route planned like a tiny general—straight to the gallery, no snack detours (yet). And there she was… the legendary Mona Cheesa. All the mystery ob the original, but now—wiff […]
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 […]
Location: Country road to Paris Date: Sunny, grape-scented Dear Journal, After the whole castle-catapult-moat-singeing situation (which eberyone swears they’re not going to bring up again, but Dougie still smells faintly toasted), we made our way down the hill and met the farmer Dougie accidentally grape-bombed during the balloon ride. Good news: he wasn’t mad! In […]
Sproing! Off he went—soaring fru the air like a fuzzy cannonball ob joy and regret. We all watched in stunned silence as he arced fru the sky… and splashed directly into the moat. He emerged a few moments later, soaked but triumphant, wiff a lily pad on his head and a very pleased expression. I […]