We were able to view places from perspectives from which we'd never imagined.
atop la Tour Eiffel
outside the bell tower of La Notre Dame
eye to eye with the bored gargoyle
toward the setting sun from La Notre Dame
We soaked in history of many forms: artistic, literary, national, international, and what will become our own.
a lovely tart and coffee at Les Deux Magots, one of Ernest Hemingway's beloved cafes to frequent. (and we got the last table, which was a small victory for a tourist at such an important cafe!)
The best thing that happened to me in Paris is that it settled into my soul. It will always be a part of me now. It lives in my history and, I hope, again in my future.
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