I've had a long love affair with this gargoyle. His portrait covers one of my journals. Sometimes I stare at him for inspiration and wonder what he's thinking; what he's seeing. I have loved him from afar, and yesterday, we finally met.
I climbed the 400 winding, spiral stairs to the observation platform of Notre Dame and there he was, waiting for me. I'd passed his brothers, cousins, and casual acquaintances. I knew he'd posed for the cameras of billions of visitors before me. But at last, he was mine.
I stared at him and he stared ahead. I looked at him while he and his friends gazed over Paris.
|The gargoyle's view of Paris.|