The weather cleared for a time, so I thought I would risk waiting in line and climbing (386 steps up and then down) the tower of Notre Dame. Fortune smiled on me and the day cleared even more and I was able to see for the first time the view and the fantasy of the stone carvers of Notre Dame. It is not a stretch get from these gargoyles to fairy tales. And what must have gone through the minds of the men carving these beasts. What a treat.
