A Walk Through Paris

I strolled through the terrace of Sacre Coeur, past the graffiti etched into the holy walls like desperate calling cards...

And gazed out over the rooftops to the miniature roofs that lay below as if placed by the fingertips of Angels...

Emblems and signs I saw placed around me, signifying some holy and sacred past that now was forgotten or junked into sacrilege.



So I asked the thinking gargoyle of Notre-Dame for advice, as he had watched the denizens of our species for such a long time...He leaned to whisper to me...


And I leaned in close to hear.... and whilst his tongue licked my ear in truths, we laughed like heretics in ribaldry...