Nervously I crept down the crooked stairs. there was no sound to be heard apart from the ticking of the old wooden clock hanging on the wall. then I saw something what was it? It looked exatly like the hobbit door in a book I had once read. I was frozen to the spot feeling bleak. I opened it the slightest crack all of sudden a gust of wind blew me into it knocking me down . I landed with a thump. Then I realised I was in Paris. Stood over the top of me were huge sculptress all different neon colours.