If there’s one advantage to being a teddy bear (oh, who am I kidding? There are many.), it’s getting to sit in places that would be considered inappropriate if you were a human. Like an altar in Notre Dame. Oh yeah, I went there. It was amazing.
A boat ride down the River Seine. What? I told you I was travelling in style.
I’m now travelling in style, at the expense of tolerating my human’s outrageous antics. It’s worth it for the view.
On a side note: we found the cutest bookstore in Paris today. We had to drag Steph out of there kicking and screaming before she could spend every last dime (euro?) of
my our travel money.
I call this: Exhibit B
Side note: No sign of Quasimodo. I’m beginning to think I was lied to by both Disney, and Steph.
It’s brilliant, innit.
That’s the Eiffel Tower! Lit up! At dusk! I am living the dream… The dream of being in front of the Eiffel Tower at dusk that is. Steph’s dream, in other words.
Sorry for the delay guys. I’m working on it.
After 36 hours of travel, we’re in gay Paree at last! The humans prepared a traditional french feast for me to break my fast, as befits my status as travel writer extraordinaire.
Watching my human attempt to communicate in extremely broken french this morning was a laugh. I may have to take to hiding in her backpack if she keeps this up! I can’t have people knowing I’m with her.
We’re off to see the sights this afternoon, as I’m currently too full to move. May have overindulged at breakfast (but oh lord, those croissants! I could never regret you. It hasn’t even been a full day yet and I’ve already has pastries everywhere ruined for life. Those french sure do know how to bake!).
Á bientôt mes amis!
I go to seek a Great Perhaps.