Something I particularly love about Paris … the fountains.

The glorious fountains … found all over. It’s especially wonderful on a warm day to see children — young and old alike — splashing feet and throwing coins.

This fountain above,  is directly across from Saint Sulpice … and is appropriately called, The Fountain Saint Sulpice. Imagine that clever name.

To be honest … I actually thought one of these handsome dudes was Ben Franklin. The one on the left. Don’t you see the resemblance? Turns out … he’s a bishop. They all are. “They” also referring to the other four or so you can’t see surrounding these two.

Very important bishops. Clearly. But don’t question who they are. That might be asking a bit too much from me.

And let’s not leave out the best part of this picture … Monsieur Lion. This is like Aslan … on steroids … guarding these important bishops and warning you … you best F OFF.

Right? Doesn’t that look like what he’s saying? I mean, if statue lions could talk.

Now. The other super important piece of info you must know about this picture that’s not a part of the picture … there was a protest going on. A rather serious one. Not really, but I think my Frenchies like to believe all their protests are very serious … and I’m not saying that they necessarily aren’t, nor are they not about important issues …

But … People … when you’re standing around leading a protest decked out in what looks like a Boy Scout uniform with three others who are in Cub Scouts gear … megaphone in hand … I simply cannot take you seriously.

Somehow though … somehow … and you know it’s coming … it’s just like Marseille’s Gay Parade from last summer … I became a part of the protest. Not even knowing I was, nor what I was supposed to be protesting.

And when you find yourself in the midst of a protest unknowingly protesting, desperately trying to figure out how the hell to get out of it … just nod your head. Put your game face on. Act like you’re totally agreeing. Feel their outrage. It will lead you to salvation, or at least the nearest out.

For me that out thankfully was Saint Sulpice itself … what better than to have the Da Vinci Code church welcome me in with open arms … okay, more like open doors … but same thing.

And I know you know, can already guess … that I sat there for what felt like hours. Feeling all holy and good … because that’s what early 11th Century {omfg — the 11th century!!}  churches do … they just make you feel like you’re a super good person just by sitting there.

Isn’t that great. Because then, you want to do do-gooder things. Like give your money away and buy food for your fellow hungry peeps and then maybe go buy some clothes and give those away too.

Yes, I like to go all out in everything I do.

I really can’t imagine my life without my Paris … my beloved and beholden. I think The BF should be concerned. I don’t even refer to him that way.