There and Back Again

There’s something about Paris that gets me all choked up.

Strolling on one of the many bridges along the Seine River…

Driving around Arc de Triomphe…

Sitting under the Eiffel Tower…

Looking at van Gogh’s work at the Musee d’Orsay…

Walking along the narrow and cobbled rues…

The site of Parisians with their boulangerie purchases…

And now, sitting here in front of the Notre Dame Cathedral, I imagine Quasimodo dangling from the bell tower, ready to rescue the love of his life Esmeralda and I am again overwhelmed by just being here.

I feel so alive…

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We got home early since my sister is a bit under the weather. I ventured out by myself to buy dinner at one of the places along Rue Daguerre. The guy at the take-out restaurant near the hotel spoke as much English as I did French but we somehow managed. It’s amazing how far “bonjour” and “je ne parle pas français” take you if you just try.