friday, march 20th, 2015
I was very excited to see Sacre Coeur, as I feel like I’ve seen the hill of Montmartre from every possible angle this week. Once we go there, I learned why the church is so visible from everywhere in the city. It’s on a hill, and not a small one. However, the views from the steps were definitely worth the climb up. I also really enjoyed the artistic atmosphere of Montmartre. There were so many talented artists, all imploring you to stop and sit down for a portrait. I really enjoyed the Pere LaChaise cemetery. I saw Jim Morrison, Edith Piaf (whose grave was very special to me, as it brought back a lot of memories from my high school French class), and Oscar Wilde, whose grave was unlike anything I had seen. The opulence of these graves was astounding to me. This was made even more pronounced by the stark contrast of the catacombs. While this was beautiful and mysterious, it was also very sad to see hundreds, thousands, of unidentified bodies unceremoniously piled on top of each other.
Our last night in Paris was magical. A group of six of us hadn’t seen the Eiffel Tower at night, so we boarded the metro and found a nice spot to watch the lights. We met a tourist from Germany, who was there by herself, and joined us to watch the lights. It was unreal, and a night I will never forget.
Our last night in Paris was magical. A group of six of us hadn’t seen the Eiffel Tower at night, so we boarded the metro and found a nice spot to watch the lights. We met a tourist from Germany, who was there by herself, and joined us to watch the lights. It was unreal, and a night I will never forget.