“Am I killing it?”, I wondered. Some could say that seeking out a night of medieval revelry is a form of childhood regression. But I don’t see it that way: this was an ode to my elf days, and if anything, I’m glad that I can feel at home with all sorts of weirdos.
These tombs, though worn down, are art. They are just as old and just as intricate and just as worthy of your love and attention as Paris’ most celebrated landmarks.