The city of lights…love…and…gargoyles?

While most spend their souvenir hunts in Paris scavenging for wine, cheese and small (cheesy) versions of the Eiffel Tower my family did not. We were on a hunt for the perfect garden gargoyle. Long my mother’s favorite part of Paris, the gargoyles represent the guardians against evil spirits or…if you are an architect a way to dress up a water spout. And thus, the hunt for the perfect gargoyle companion to sit aside Wilbur the cement garden pig was on.

(As I reread this I feel the need to clarify that Wilbur is small and grey…please do not picture any pink flamingo type things in the garden as my mother would be horrified. For the record, she won’t even allow my father to put a single christmas light with any sort of color within the 10,000 he puts on the house lest it be tacky. In summary, my mother has good taste please don’t question the garden fixture.)

And thus our adventures in Paris begin where many of the best Parisian gargoyles call home.

Only a short walk from the apartments we stayed in (actually the same place we stayed when mum and I first went to Europe some nine years ago) it seemed like an apt place to kick off T’s first trip to Paris.

More tomorrow when I might have slightly more time…