Whatever. haha.Le Tour Eiffel is beautiful…especially at night. My fave was to just stand under it , and stare up. It was one magical feeling and I highly recommend it. You will feel like a miniature person. Somehow, it is soooooo “larger than life”, it widens your perspective that most problems seem pretty small. I loved just having a throw blanket, tossing it on the grass, and just laying on the ground and GAZING UP….wow…wow ….wow…..that one made me speechless. Yes, it is difficult to make ME speechless, but the Eiffel Tower did it. I have two favourite walking bridges in Paris. One at Notre Dame and one at the Louvre. They are covered in locks, attached by lovers ( that just spell checked to “my lovers”, haahhahaaa….that could have started some new rumours ) , friends, anyone who would like to leave a lasting memory in Paris. You know, you can just sit on these bridges, and just take in the city. It is a gorgeous sight to see people just spending time together, sitting and talking in groups on the bridge…for hours on end. You will see people with wine, food, candles, blankets….spending hours chillaxin on the bridge overlooking the Seine.
Seriously, they have it all figured out.Pay attention folks. Sit. Chill. Talk. Eat for hours on end. Spend time with who you want to spend time with. That is what it is all about. If you can tear yourself off of the bridge, and wander into the Notre Dame Cathedral, you can experience the feeling of being overcome with a sense of complete and utter awe. It is one of the few times, where my head and heart are silenced. There are truly no words to describe this feeling. For those of us who have lost a loved one or someone near to their heart, Notre Dame is the place where you can feel them near your heart again. Yes, that does sound corny, I know, I know….but I will take the risk of sounding like an idiot, and say it anyway. The silence of the church, the smell of the incense, the dimly candle lit areas ….they just grab hold of your senses and your heart.
Every time, I light a candle for my Dad.I am reminded of the love and strength he brought me. I am reminded in this beautiful place. I am reminded how much I miss him. So very much. If you can imagine the task we all go through to do a home renovation, or work or any large scale design project…..think again…..how on God’s green earth did they construct such a magnificent structure with such incredible detail, so very long ago ???!!! Think about that. No heavy machinery. Nothing. I am never going to object about project details again ..haha….now that Cathedral has DETAIL !!!! Dear contractors, you can now officially never complain about my attention to detail….or I will reference the Cathedral and we will all feel like goof balls that we can’t figure something out ,when they made a Cathedral from the ground up with virtually blood sweat and tears (well, and hopefully some good laughs in between ).
Makes me feel like we don’t have it so bad 🙂I have a million memories of Paris, and a million more photos to add to those memories. I will leave you with a memory of how I most often felt in Paris.
Naked and vulnerable, but happy.Like the goddess woman in the photo, so elegantly holding on close to the bridge. I wasn’t so lucky tho. I didn’t look like a Goddess, and I most often wanted to throw myself off the bridge. Trying to balance a bridge….erhh…a family, a home and a language learning course that helped me to stop sounding like a 5 year old when speaking french.