Adventures of Humphrey

December 29, 2025

**29th December – Day Trip to Paris (Apparently the City of Love)**

Bonjour, fellow readers. This morning the hoomans announced we were going to **Paris**. Mum said it’s the *city of love* and also the place where Dad proposed to her, long before I came along. Honestly… irrelevant information. If this is the city of love, I was hoping to meet a nice French poodle. Priorities.

We headed to the station, bought our tickets, and had some time to kill. Thankfully, this involved coffee in a warm little café beside the station, because the station itself was **freezing** and frankly unacceptable.

On the way out, we had **first-class tickets**. The hoomans sank into large, comfy seats. Did I get one? No. What does my ticket actually entitle me to? Apparently, *nothing*. Still, it was warm and spacious, so I forgave them and slept the entire way. Beauty sleep is essential when travelling internationally.

Once in Paris, we had to navigate the **metro**. The gates looked like they might slice you clean in half, so I sprinted through with Dad. Success — all limbs accounted for. The metro itself was packed, and I was very concerned for my four precious paws, but thankfully we

only had to endure two stops.

We emerged into the capital: **sunny, icy cold, and extremely busy**. First stop was **Notre Dame Cathedral** — the *original*, apparently. I posed beautifully for photos and, if I may say so, definitely improved the overall aesthetic.

Next, we strolled along the **Seine**, then stopped at the **Louvre**. More photos. Very fancy place. My kind of digs. We had lunch at a nice restaurant — Mum and Dad ate proper food while I received dog treats. Not equal, but acceptable.

Then came the **Eiffel Tower**. More photos. I was cold. I was tired. I posed reluctantly. Honestly, I don’t see what all the fuss is about.

After that, we hopped on a quieter train back to the main station. The

hoomans stopped for a drink, and I made friends with the waitress (as usual — I can’t help being delightful). Then it was time to head back to Lille.

Back at the station, there was a huge metal contraption (escalator) that looked like it ate puppies’ paws for dinner. Dad dragged me towards it. I froze on the spot, silently willing the ordeal to end. Thankfully, Dad lifted me before the bottom part and I emerged still intact. Is he mad? Never again. I will remember this.

Eventually, we made it onto the train back to Lille. On the return journey, we were **second class**. The audacity. I had to squeeze into a small footwell like some kind of budget dog. I was deeply unimpressed. Don’t they know I am a **first-class dog with expensive taste**?

Still, the train was warm, and that made me sleepy. I slept all the way back.

We returned to the apartment, and I was absolutely exhausted. We had walked what felt like the entire length of Paris, and my paws definitely felt it. Sadly, I did not meet any cute poodles, but I did enjoy exploring somewhere new.

Now I’m off to the sofa to snooze for the rest of the evening. Goodness knows what the hoomans have planned for me tomorrow.

**Bonne nuit, fellow readers.**