Gleaming sparkling jewel on the hill!
The whiteness bedazzled my eyes,
and a plea from the "deaf" was heeded.
But upon reflection, and to our distraction,
not only were the "deaf" not deaf
but out the back a good scrub was needed.
Ah well - at least one can always get a portrait done.
(and a valuable lesson was learned)
Sacré Cœur, Paris - June 2015