Someone recently asked whether I write when I travel. I do not, unless you count my daily Facebook posts. Traveling for me is a time to replenish the stores of my imagination. And so I snap shots. Here are a few little nuggets of gold I snatched a few weeks ago while in France and gave my muse to nibble on....
a.k.a. portal to another dimension.
hence the army of gargoyles on the walls of Notre Dame.
you might glimpse Rapunzel
about to lower her braid to the ground.
Move along before the witch turns you into something unnatural.
Should you pass under that bridge,
you might well give out your last sigh.