Quasimodo puts up an ad for a temporary replacement while he goes on holiday. A young hunchback applies for the job.
“It’sth quite thimple, you know”, says Quasi at the top of a tower in his best Charles Laughton accent. “You jusht ring the bellth and thcream ‘the bellth’ all the time. Want to have a go?”
The young man unfortunately misses his footing and plunges to an untimely death in the square in front of Notre-Dame de Paris.
Two Medieval merchants walk past the body.
“Who’s that?” says the first merchant.
“Dunno”, says the second. “But he looks like a dead ringer for Quasimodo.”
Thank you for giving this old, old joke a home. Images captured, a little shakily, with a Fuji X70 inside the joke’s venue yesterday.