It’s Saturday morning and we sleep in till 11:30 and then have a little panic when we realise the time. Today is costume-mission day. King Kong, Goofy and Peasant-Girl outfits to be pulled from somewhere.
A second hand clothing shop is called a guerissol here and there is a winner on the corner of Boulevard de Rochechouart and Rue de Rochechouart. A big black fur coat is the first thing we find. I pull it on backward and growl around the guerissol and Christy and Luke both grin at me and say it’s perfect.
I buy a child’s leather jacket to cannibalise into a gorilla chest. Then I go hunting for a barbie doll to clutch in my massive king kong hands. 
Here she is by my bed
The rest of clown school is also trawling Paris and we keep running into our friends on the hunt for angel wings, golfer trousers, girl-scout shirts, horse-guard uniforms etc. The fabric shops on Rue Dorsel are like a miracle of spangly, pom pommy, buttony goodness.
Christy finds a collection of brown and white peasanty drapes that are cutely tramp-like with her nose on. Luke gets a top the right shape and dyes it yellow on the stove at home.
We close the shutters to Paris and watch Amilie and Moulin Rouge while we sew our costumes. We laugh at ourselves but it is the perfect thing for three tired clowns who have been discovering Montmartre.
Luke sews a couple of socks to his hat while we are watching movies and voila. Goofy. 
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