Day 3

Notre-Dame  &  Ste-Chapelle

Once you have seen a French cathedral, you have seen them all.  The interiors of most look alike and contain the same ceiling patterns.  Notre-Dome is no exception.  However, I was lucky enough to enter its premise during time of mass.  The organ was playing and i stood in line to receive a slice of “his flesh.”

Afterwords i took a seat at a near cafe and waited for an hour until the uppermost viewing deck of the ND was open.  I had a crepe and a cup of Viennese coffee. Read some from Steve Martin's latest and got in line.

One thing about Paris is for certain!  There are plenty of friendly Americans willing to chat.  I met a mother and daughter team in line and we hit it off well.  We climbed the tower together and had a good time discussing our mutual fears of heights and narrow spaces.  You see, in order to climb the ND one must walk up at least 600 steps through a narrow, spiral path that lacks windows.

Afterwords, both i and the mother,  got the impression that the daughter was getting to cozy with me.  So the mother decided to part and we wished one another good luck. The daughter was gorgeous.  A mix of Asian and White. But then again, she was only 14.

Next I walked around the island and ended up at Ste-Chapelle.  Nice, small, with uniquely stained windows.  Too bad the attached castle was closed for the day.

Off to feed the birds.