Yes, that's right. I visited the home of
our favourite misfortunate, deformed (surprisingly angel voiced) hunchback
today.
It was as beautiful as I expected it, and
even more ornately carved.
We arrived at about 9:30 and immediately
lined up to ascend the cathedral. After a chilly wait we walked up all 387
steps (trust me, it didn't feel like anything less that 387 steps) in the twisty spiral staircases. We emerged to a breathtaking view of Paris. It was a little foggy, but the
Eiffel tower was still partially visible and it just made the atmosphere a
little more artistic and ethereal.
Making some gargoyle friends.
I was right near the bells when they
started tolling for the hour, and it felt like it was ringing through my
ribcage. We never got to see them, but we heard them a few times throughout the
day.
Next, we climbed up to the top of the right
bell tower, and got some more beautiful views of Paris and the building.
Then we came all the way back down. We
never ended up going inside, but while we were coming to the exit of the
stairs, we could hear the organ inside. The tone was amazing!
Also I got a picture or two of the awesome
detailed door arches in the front.
After Notre Dame, at my request, we went to
Shakespeare & Company! My host mom insisted that she take a photo of me
with it because I had been so set on going.
It was an adorable little store (there were
no photo’s allowed, haha, that’s why I took this one) so I can’t show you how
wonderfully crammed with books it was, but it really was my sort of heaven.
(how could I resist spending my money here?)
Afterwards, we toured around Area 1 of
Paris and I got pictures of every angle of Notre Dame because I don’t know, I
might forget what it looked like from a three quarter profile shot or
something.
Work it. Love the camera. Yes, yes, fierce.
After I had my fill of photo-shooting my
800 year old model, we checked out the lock bridge
And then hopped over to Ile-Saint-Louis. On one of the bridges over, there was this awesome rollerblading show going on with like a
65 year old couple and four younger guys. It was actually really good, they
were so talented. I got a video of one little routine.
We circled Ile-Saint Louis and then crossed
back to the mainland and found ourselves in a high fashion, Jewish district. I
know. It sounds weird. But it was just basically Dior beside falafel places.
Sometimes in life, you just have to shrug and know that you’re never going to
understand some things. But there was this really good jewish street band playing (can you see them in the corner?)
When we’d wrapped that up (get it? Cause
the falaf- okay no.) we proceeded to find ourselves in the art district, and
watched a killer British magician. He spoke in English so I understood him. And
I’m glad, because some of the things he said off hand would have made an
entirely English audience double over.
Lastly we walked by Hotel de Ville which is
the city hall of Paris.
And then we took the train home. It was a
very good day. Not the weather. My hands froze and I couldn’t get my metro
ticket out of my purse for three minutes, but everything else was good. I’m so
glad we go on these little Paris adventures, it helps me crawl through another
week of school. I’m never sure when we’re going to do something exciting, so
keep an eye out for updates. Love and miss you all!!
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