This place is magnificent.
The major draw and the longest line is for the climb up the towers which gives you one if the best views of Paris and certainly the best view of the intricacies of the cathedral itself.
From the gargoyles to the walls this cathedral is extremely detailed.
Today we went to the shadiest flea market ever and then did the most wholesome thing ever in retracing the steps of Amelie in the Montmartre area.
But we followed this up by trending unwholesome again by visiting the Museum of Sex down on the boulevard de clichy.
D’Orsay and Louvre
What do you do with your first rainy day in Paris? Why you wait hours in outdoor lines to hit up the museums.
Added bonus: 1st Sunday of the month brings free admission (and lots of people). I am taking this picture at the sign that says “at this sign your wait time is 3 hours.”
It may be sacrilege but I actually preferred the Musee D’Orsay to the Louvre for the concentrated Impressionist works. Just a beautiful collection.
She’s okay. But what it took to get there…
Oh the humanity
Saw this handsome devil in the cemetery. Didn’t scare me one bit, I swear.
Speaking of getting away from it all Versailles is a 40 minute trade ride from central Paris.
It is the very definition of Parisian opulence.
It divided the rulers from the population when it was seen just how tax dollars were being spent.
The Hall of Battles was a particularly impressive room. Basically a painting was commissioned for each noteworthy battle and they were lined up chronologically along this giant corridor.
The palace sat on almost 500 acres of what is now surrounded by a very wealthy Parisian suburb.
Marie Antoinette had quarters here as well as she had basically a fairy tale village created for her amusement.
Pere Lachaise cemetery
Next we got a bit out of the city center and visited Paris’ most prestigious cemetery featuring the grave sites of Edith Piaf, Oscar Wilde, and Jim Morrison.
There was even this touching addition of a young girl recently killed at the Bataclan concert venue.
This place was a welcome reprieve from the bustling city full of tourist hoards. You can really get lost here. I found myself imagining the conversations that took place amongst the spirits of the deceased residents.
Jim Morrison’s grave was a popular destination for sex romps and rampant drug usage so they put up this handy dandy gate to keep the fornicators out.
Oscar Wilde’s grave had a glass partition installed because female admirers were defacing it with lipstick kisses. Mom swears he was a known homosexual so I don’t quite get the symbolism.
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