So I am in Paris! Arrived early this morning and wasn’t here three hours before I purchased two pairs of shoes. J’adore.
Then I made my way to the Notre Dame from Saint-Germaine where I’m staying and took this photo:
After deciding not to go up and look for the hunchback (there was a 40 minute line) I walked around it and ogled at every crevice and stained-glass window in complete awe. Then I made my way toward the Siene. The smile on my face was wider than its crossing and could not be ignored. I walked down a few steps, closer to its edge where a cute French guy sitting with his legs dangling over the river. He saw me with my camera and asked if I’d like my picture taken. (At least I think that’s what he asked!) I politely declined and kept walking, my smiling growing with every step. Eventually, I got to the bridge just above the river and stopped in the middle to catch one last glimpse of the Notre Dame. I could see the guy still sitting there and he saw me too. Then, as if it were a scene out of a Woody Allen film, the accordion playing in the background, he waved. I waved back. I smiled. Pretty sure he did too, though it was too far to tell. He waved again, then motioned for me to come back. How silly, I thought! But that moment. THAT MOMENT! Unforgettable and worth every single second of being alone on a journey, which I so often am.
Then I went and saw this:
Still smiling in the city of lights…camera, action.