Our plan for Tuesday morning was to race bright and early to get into queue at the side entrance of the most famous cathedral in all of Paris, Notre Dame. This queue is not to get into the church but rather to get to the top of it. I wasn't so sure but David had done the research and was hellbent on climbing the hundreds of narrow spiraling stairs just to get a glimpse of Quasimoto's view of Paris from the tower and belfry. I wasn't so sure about this,with my thighs burning and an acute case of claustrophobia setting in, but by the time we got to the top, it was immediately clear why tourists line up for hours for this special opportunity.
This is on the way down, but the stairs are the same on the way up
A lone gargoyle overlooks all of Paris, guarding this sacred church.
A lovely little garden across the street- I immediately pictured a bridal party taking beautiful photos here.
Light from the heavens seems to shine through the windows of the cathedral
We light candles in memory of my grandfather, Moses, and David's grandfather, Hy and Aunt Tina.
Lunch at a nearby brasserie- Simple salad Lyonnaise and Poulet with ratatouille and Cassoulet.
The joys of a good rainstorm in Paris
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