Gargoyles and Me

I loved Notre Dame. It was stunning. I could include dozens of photos (don't worry I won't). But one of my favorite parts was climbing the stairs to the roof. The ancient stairs with grooves worn in the stone by thousands of feet over the nearly 1000 years the cathedral has existed. (I love heights, and we climbed up to the top of every monument we could. Cal deserves a medal because heights make him uncomfortable, but he went up every staircase with me--even the Eiffel Tower).

After the spiral stairs, I was with the gargoyles.

Yes, there is much Parisian gnashing of teeth about the tall black building ruining the skyline. I think the gargoyle and his ilk are patiently contemplating its destruction--they figure they've lasted nearly a millennium and they don't think the black tower will.

I brought home a small gargoyle who now watches over my desk and sticks out his tongue at me. I love it.