First building to incorporate flying buttresses. They were fantastic to draw. I am furiously painting away at this piece while a small crowd of Parisians look on. There are bus loads of tourists stopping to have group photos made. They don't want me in their shot and ask a policeman to remove me. I don't speak French and don't understand. The Parisians begin yelling at the police. The tourists begin yelling at the Parisians. I start to move. They yell at me. I stay. They yell at me. I am pretty sure I will see the inside of a Paris jail. I moved ten feet to the side and finished the painting. Now I know how Quasimodo felt. Sanctuary! Sanctuary!