I awoke today, after yesterday’s 11cm dumping of snow, to an absolutely cloud-less beaming blue sky as far as the eye could see and knew instantly that it was the perfect day to do the final thing on my enormous To Do List that I started compiling and diligently completing since my March arrival- climb Notre Dame. Off I trotted through the snow but much to my horror the towers were closed due to ice. Bummer, I though to myself. Not to worry, I’ll just come back tomorrow, hopefully these clear skies will continue. One can only hope! I decided to go for a little walk around the island and finish the last of my Christmas souvenir shopping and on my walk back to the métro passed Notre Dame the sign had, miraculously, been taken down and a small like of 4 frozen tourists had emerged, a line I quickly joined. After a short wait I quickly made it through and up the skinny, windy stairs to the top.
My jaw dropped. It was awesome, it the true sense of the word, I was filled with absolute awe….. I couldn’t believe it had taken me this long to make it up here.
Staring over my adopted hometown with, what looked like, millions of grey rooves sprinkled with a soft layer icing sugar, I was able to reflect on my time here and how much I have been absolutely captivated by this breathtaking city. I have most definitely fallen underneath its charm. I know, no matter where I am living or how old I am, I will always have a piece of Paris within me…
