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We have the original door to Paris. Housed at the jaw dropping Musée Cluny.

OMFG. I was freaking out. Here’s the door that back in like 1000 {I’m terrible, cannot recall dates to save my life, let’s just leave it at it’s old as hell, but I don’t think I’m too far off}, people walked through to enter Paris!! Can you believe?!

I couldn’t. I was all breathless and light headed. Kinda like I get around The BF. Such a double edged sword that is, because then I start missing him like crazy and you’ve heard it here first — the next time I’m in Paris, he’ll be here. He has no choice in the matter.

So yes, I made a fool out of myself at the Cluny over way too many things. First the door — I touched it!! I’m such a rebel. And I didn’t even get caught!! Then there were the Roman baths … oh oh ohhhhhhhh those Romans … damn they just get to me. Totally was Roman. Totally. And the tapestries. Let’s move on. I can’t allow myself to think any further of heart rate increase-ers.

Monsieur Aslan here guards the Jacquemart André. I’m thinking I need to clone him in stone and set him outside my porch. What do you think? Deter bad energies? I say it’s a go.

That’s it. I’ve decided, after speculating in a couple other posts, that Rodin’s statue peeps — no doubt about it were/would be/are{?} brutally smoking hot in real life. Have to be.

Just look at these two! JC! First of all — Le Baiser. Ah. Stole my heart. One look and you’re just done. Sucked in. No hope for you. And warning — you’re def going to go want to make out with someone asap. I’m just saying.

I had to take this pic from the back, because again, living life on the edge requires modifications when photos are strictly interdit. I’ve broken so many rules today. Maman would be horrified and ashamed. I’m rather proud. But, secretly, of course.

Basilique Saint-Clotilde. Be still heart, be still. Thou whilst enter unto many churches again.

See why I can’t get enough of the church scene here? Just makes me want to get the prayer on. Holy. Good. No need to go on.

At the Cluny – unfortunatnely you can’t see the headless Roman satues behind us but ahhhh more Romans. Win for me. And at the back of Notre Dame.

Église Saint-Séverin. Furthering the holiness. Thank you Mr. Dali Lama. True peaceass you are. I wanted to say badass, but I think peace was a better option. And sunset over the Conciergerie – the oldest remaining part of the Palais de la Cité {original royal palace and site of way too many peeps getting their heads chopped off}.