Ah oui, oui. This cathedral is one of the most striking landmarks in all of Paris. In Ile de la Cité, this beautiful piece of history has stood for a span of many centuries. It is so old, that if it were a person, it would be dead roughly 900+ years ago. Built in the 12th century and onward for some 200 years, this structure has survived many wars and even the French Revolution, in which it sustained significant damages. Fortunately disasters didn’t threaten the overall integrity of the church (structurally… ahem) and after several renovations, it looks fantastic. The time and care that must have been put into carving each and every statue on the building is absolutely mind-boggling to consider. Built as an extravagant tribute to God its resonant bells chime on Sundays, still managing to inspire reverence in millions of faithful visitors while providing a rude awakening for myriad drunken Parisians snoring away their Sunday morning booze-snooze. Perhaps my fondest memory of the Notre Dame was the respectful veneration of a religious landmark a la one corpulent Southern woman. I could not help but cringe as she bellowed across the pavilion to her children, “HAY, WHERE’S JEEZUHH…? OH WAIT! THAYR’S JEEZIZ!!! LEMME GET A PICSHUR OF ‘IM!” Aside from these instances, the Notre Dame is gorgeous and remains mostly unsullied by the ignorant blathering-ons of tourists. Plus, the gargoyles are badass.
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