The Bells of Notre Dame

Today was Mum's birthday. We slept very soundly in the surprisingly quiet Paris flat. We were all reeeeeaaaaallllly exhausted after the long flight. We had breakfast at a local restaurant called Café de Flore. Mum and Dad both had scrambled eggs with sides of bacon, and I had a ham and cheese omelette. It was very delicious but it would never compare to my Mum's omelette. Afterwards, we walked to Notre Dame. Aparrently it took 200 years to build! The security there was at a maximum. In fact, there were cops wandering around holding sub machine guns! It could've been to prevent terrorist attacks but Mum suggests that it was to keep the cabbies in check. We had a hair-rasing walk every time we crossed the street. Every road we crossed took a year off our lives. We went down to the Luxembourg gardens right next to the palace with the same name built by Marie de Medici, widow of King Henry IV of France. It's used today by the French Senate. We went to a bakery called Carton which had a woman who barely spoke any English. Combined with Mum who barely spoke any French, it was a recipe for complications. Later, we'll write about tonight's dinner cruise on the Seine river.