the best thing about being in paris for so many days is that we never felt in a rush. we didn’t feel like we had to get up super early or work ourselves to death every day, making sure we saw everything. there would be time for it all.
so our next day, we woke up and went to the train station to buy our tickets that would take us to mont-saint-michel, our next stop (see later post). let’s just say that we had everything planned out perfectly for this next trip, but it wasn’t gonna happen. it was actually pretty frustrating. buuuut the one silver lining is that the guy booking our tickets was none other than flint lockwood, in the flesh. this is not a joke. for those of you who don’t know who that is, here.
slap some broken glasses that sat on his face awkwardly, and this is who we had to deal with. i should have sneaked a picture.
after the train fiasco, we made our way back to notre dame (aka my favorite). this time, our plan was to stand in a different line for 2 hours, then climb all the stairs to the top. but seriously. we climbed up a whole heap of stairs and we found ourselves in the middle of the two pillar things. then we climbed up a few more and we were on the tippity top of one of the pillar things. i felt like quasimodo. i actually sang the song “out there” which was very appropriate. i wanted to climb the spire thing like he did, but i wasn’t able to get past the wires. dang.
line of people waiting to get into the cathedral.note: this is not the line we stood in.
ours was much, much longer.
see? right there, in between the pillar things.
not quite big enough to be “big marie,” so i’m gonna go with “louise-marie.”
if you have no idea what i’m talking about, culture yourself and watch the dang movie. good grief.
same line of people, but from higher up. see how they’re smaller?
we are literally standing on the tippity top of notre dame.
i’m pretty sure they put all these wires here to make sure people like us don’t pull a quasimodo and climb the top of that spire, singing our hearts out.
after pretending to be quasimodo for a bit, we hit up the orsay gallery. i mean, it had cool stuff.
replica of the replica of the replica.
you’ll see in a bit.
then we bought a lock, wrote our names on it, locked it on a bridge (technically, it’s locked onto someone else’s lock that's locked onto the bridge), and chucked the keys into the river. our love will now last forever...as long as the love of the owners of the lock we locked ours onto does.
the lock came with three keys. so we each threw one, then threw one together.
yeah, i know.
#precious
then we had some cold, gross seafood for dinner, called it a day, and went to sleep.
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