387 stairs up. 387 stairs down. and they are tiny, worn spirals stairs. 
on a grey, misty damp day we trekked the stairs to see the gargoyles of Notre Dame. 
grey mist was perfect for setting the scene. 
i think of this as “Gargoyle eating the obnoxious rude tourist”. (ce n’est pas moi)

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