The next day we spent doing Sarah's choice of activities. Aka at Paris Disneyland. It was interesting. Sarah will agree with me on this, we met more RUDE people who were Disney employees than we met in the city. IRONIC. Needless to say, they are getting a letter from me.
We had one more full day in the city following our days of selfish activities. So, we decided to pack it FULL of the final monuments, shopping, and eating! We of course went to Notre Dam, and it was breath taking. Once we walked through the cathedral we saw a line outside to go up into the tower. So of course, we jumped in line. (Duh!) Now, as we're in line, I'm looking up to evaluate just how far we'll be hiking and I could only see heads about 1/2 way up the tower. So, I'm thinking that this day in age, thats a reasonable height. There is no way they'd let people up higher.
Um, ya. I was WRONG. And as I mentioned earlier to my father, I have no problem admitting when I'm wrong. I could not have been more mistaken in this situation. Talk about misjudging something, by like 400 feet. So up we go, through a small spiral stone staircase that was only slightly wider than me. As I was climbing I was progressively getting more and disoriented and dizzy. A great combination as we climb hundreds of feet into the sky. Once we got to the top, I was SHOCKED at the amount of exploring they allowed us to do. We could go into one of the bell towers. And I think I figured out how the hunchback of Notre Dam acquired his hunch. The door to get into the bell tower was no higher than my knee and barley wider than my thigh. No exaggeration. So you all can imagine the song and dance that was required to get my booty through that "doorway". Song an dance it was...and some shoving. It was cute. Real cute.
From the roof (as in the ROOF) we had one of the best views of the city. It was amazing. We just kept pointing at structures and guessing what they were or mapping out a way to get there. Like everything else, it was amazing. We continued to explore the city, roaming around with giant grins. Eating crepes along the way.
Fortunately for us, our hotel was about 4 blocks away (MAX) of the red light district. Get your mind out of the gutter! We didn't use the red light district for the debauchery it offered. Instead we treated it like Vegas. This includes, drinking directly out of the bottle of wine/beer on our way to see the Moulin Rouge. Then drunk shopping our way back to the Hostel. Between the sex shops were chotchkies stores offering a variety of souvenirs (including bottle openers ;)
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