Quasimodo Hunting

Notre Dame Cathedral by Night - inside and out


A rare and special treat for Mrs Hideous and I last week, three days in Paris by ourselves without the children. Nice hotel, wonderful food, boat trips long the Seine, mooching in museums, reading, exploring the city. The kids seem to have had a wonderful time in our absence, being looked after by their Grandparents (London variety) with the assistance of Pots (the mad one).

We may have blown all our air-miles on the train between London and Paris, but it was well worth it. If you're ever going to Paris and want some restaurant recommendations we found some stunning places. The French reputation for fine food is well deserved - its just a shame that the pound is buying so few Euros this year!

Last time we were in Paris it was for Mrs Hideous' 30th, and it was a cold Decembre. I found that putting my long winter coat over my rucksack produced a splendid Quasimodo look, which I tried to compliment with a stoop and suitable cries about Esmerelda and The Bells! This visit took place in mid-summer and so I wasn't equipped for such antics, and so sadly missed out on the fun of observing Mrs H's ashen-faced un-amusement.

Still a splendid time was had by all, and it was good to come back home and see the kids again.