Aux Tours de Notre Dame

I declined Sunday morning mass at Notre Dame in deference to my strict agnostic approach to life.

While D was away saving her soul, I went for a coffee & a croissant. I expected the cafe next to the cathedral to be a total tourist rip off, but quite the opposite. All very normal.

That might be because I stood at the bar, and all the touroids would sit down to be ripped off.

Anyway, nice to stand there and listen in on all the local gossip.