the bells of Notredame chimed in tune as people young and old gathered together in celebration of the festival of fools.
Laughter and joy filled the air.
While Claude stood from a top the cathedral,watching and listening to the Joyce sounds. “idiotic nonsense” he spoke dismissively.
Descending notredame to exist the cathedral’s grand doors,entering the festival as the judge to choose whom the king of fools is for the year.
Although he’s dismissive of it,he doesn’t hate it.(yet)
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