Sorry about my short previous post, but the past is the past and now I'm in Paris, France where the St. Bartholomew massacre was. Well more like the center of it. It was here where king Charles IX, who was influenced by his mother, ordered the assassination of Huguenot leaders...which lead the people to murder more Huguenots.

I smiled as I clicked post. I was eating a chocolate filled croissant as I gazed up to the blue sky. "Welp I got a long flight ahead of me." I said as I got up and headed towards the airport. There I boarded the plane.