I’ve kept journals my whole life. First diaries, then travel journals. I love to browse and choose just the right one as much as I love writing in them. My favorite journal featured a ponderous gargoyle on the front. He seemed bored, or maybe contemplative, or day-dreamy. I never could decide which. I just knew I loved him. I had no idea he really existed.
Coincidentally, on my second trip to Paris, my family and I climbed the 387 stairs to the top of Notre Dame. Many of you probably already know this, but I was shocked. There he was! My gargoyle! I’d had no idea that my gargoyle was real and perched atop Notre Dame in Paris with several gargoyle friends.
On my first trip to Paris, Notre Dame was undergoing renovation, so we couldn’t climb up. During the second trip, we climbed even more steps up into the bell tower. This time, it was the first place I headed. It’s my favorite spot in Paris and I think it has the best views. Unfortunately, we were rushed out by the security guard after about 20 minutes. I could’ve spent the whole day there.
That gargoyle journal is full now. I’m on to a green journal with a picture of the Wicked Witch from The Wizard of Oz on front. But the gargoyle will always have a special place in my heart.
Do you keep a journal? What’s on the cover?