Paris Photographer – Louis Paulin

“Well, at least I can chortle again now,” grinned the red-headed woman, as she also linked arms with Joan, while winking to Scatty, as they continued to walk through the catacombs.

Meanwhile, Francis and The Old One had been having a long and interesting conversation, but it was mostly Francis talking since he was very knowledgeable especially about ancient written things, he was waxing lyrically and said, “you know, the National Archives in the heart of Paris, in fact, almost up there,” as he pointed one hand up, “it’s the largest in the world, I’m sure,” as the two of them continued to talk.

“Fascinating, indeed,” said The Old One, although he felt he should try to move on to less grave things, especially since so many skulls and what not were just down there, and making him rather sick, even though as he thought to himself, I might be a vampire, but at least my head had not been removed, as he was about to grin too much, while glancing to the two gargoyles.

“Curse it, curse it, I can’t get a signal here,” as he poked his smartphone crossly, “gosh, but I mean maybe I’ve run out of data, you must help me… now!”

“My goodness, we’re starting to argue more than usual, we do like a bit of banter, being gargoyles, but this is too much just now, I wonder what it is?”

“Well, we’re certainly happier in the light, and preferably up by a fabulous cathedral!”

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Paris Photographer – Louis Paulin

Joan had told everyone to stop walking, as they looked around in the first magnificent chamber, while Francis consulted his detailed map, but the two gargoyles began to take some interesting snapshots on their smartphones.

Meanwhile, the red-headed woman had recovered her composure, “no more quivering,” she muttered to herself, “and no quitting either,” she continued, “even though this huge underground catacombs place is more than weird and still pretty scary,” as she started to take more notice around the walls.

“There are so many bones down here,” said Scatty, “and all those skulls often don’t match, so many of them don’t belong together,” – “but that seems so sad,” said the red-headed woman, as The Old One joined them.

“I’m afraid we will have to pass all those wretched monarchs,’ said Francis, “there’s no other way,” – “oh well, not to worry” grinned Scatty, “I’m always happy to say this – off with their heads,” as she giggled a lot.

“Quite right too,” agree Joan, “no cakes for her or anyone else any more, you know who I mean, that Queen, Marie-Antoinette,” – “indeed no,” chipped in one of the gargoyles, “actually I believe that Queen has to continue to make quilting things, she must make them every day, and then she must undo them again,” – “well, that’s bizarre but there it is, how did you know about that?” – “no idea, but I do.”

So several of them said about that Revolution: Vive la France! – as Scatty and Joan linked arms and grinned.

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