My holiday in Paris with Lyla

I went to Paris too. It was good. We went on a big train and it went under the sea. When we got to the other side Lyla told me that we were in France.

Everybody in France spoke funny. We went to a big museum and there was lots of paintings on the wall, we also saw some fancy lights and chairs. There was a pyramid but we were not in Egypt, and it was made of glass!

There was a building that looked as though it had been turned inside out. It was cool. I saw a lot of bones in some tunnels that was a long way under the ground, I was scared as I thought some ghosts might chase me.

We went to the top of a tower and we climbed all the way, apart from a lift at the end, as you can't walk all the way to the top. I got to the top before Lyla did, she told me it wasn't a race, but I think she is too old to run up stairs.

It was very hot when we were there, I wore my shorts a lot. Lyla ate a lot a ice cream and cheese. I think the food in France is not as nice as people tell me. I had snails on my last night, they were salty. I usually step on them and make them go crunch!

We also went to a very very big house. It was bigger than my parents house, and it had a huge garden. My dad wouldn't like to mow all that grass. We went on a train to get there too. There were people on that train who spoke funny but I could understand them better. Lyla told me they were from America. I've been to America before, it was good and I saw Mickey Mouse.

Then we had to leave because Lyla had to go to work on Monday. We got the train under the sea again. On the way back home they was a boy who cried all the way. I didn't cry, Lyla told me I was a good boy. When we got back to Leeds we went home and had some tea. I ate it all up and then I went to bed.

The end.

Martyn
aged 7 (and a half)