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Thursday, July 4, 2013

Truth be told...

Paris has never held any temptation for me.  I did not understand the fascination and warm fuzzy feelings it brings to mind, or how sensible girl's eyes glossed over with misty romance when dreaming about the city.

I don't particularly care for croissants or crepes. For the life of me, I cannot understand or follow the simplest French phrases. You would have thought the impatient French manners would have been right up my ally; instead I became tannie Emsie.

Paris was a blur of fine fashion, crumpled maps, broken sandals and suntanned shoulders. 

But now I get it. Even teeming with tourists, the Sacré Coeur was one of the highlights and you cannot help but be overwhelmed with the wonder of worship.

The first two days passed without seeing the Eiffel tower, and then on the third I came out of the Metro and around the corner to the breathtaking view of this iron latticed tower. 

I get it now. 

One of my many holiday snaps...