That time I wrote a story for the Bridport Prize at the Shakespeare & Co.

Before we all started going shopping wearing a mask, I went to Paris. I sat at a table looking at tourists climbing on top of each other and peering between the construction site fences. All of them trying to snap a photograph of Notre Dame. Notre Dame, she got a bit burnt last year, but she’s doing fine. Just a few scratches. She’ll be alright. Like the rest of us.