Walking through Paris was like returning home. Every winding street, every tower, building, and monument felt familiar, even with never-seen-before eyes. Each movie I'd seen set in Paris came rushing back, the skyline of the city settling comfortably in my mind. I loved our first stop of the day, strolling through Montmartre passing cafés filled with couples sharing jugs of red wine. People queued up outside boulangeries and fromageries.
We ate lunch at squished wooden tables listening to a pianist dapple in tunes reminiscent of my childhood. In the square, we admired the diversity of paintings on display. The harpist outside of Sacre-Coeur plucked away, setting the mood more sombre and reverent. I found that I couldn't stop smiling as it all felt just right.
Entering Notre Dame, our instincts took over, and we turned left instead of right, getting a view up the entire church and its grand archways and stained glass windows. It wasn't until halfway up the building that we realized we were going against the flow. After two months admiring Hindu and Buddhist sites of worship, we were accustomed to touring around counter-clockwise.
|The locks on the Love Bridge|