The oldest building in Paris in the middle of a river called CITY of the island, and then extended to the Strait.
Now this little island has passed several short bridge and cross-Strait. Notre Dame de Paris in this island. The square, some Roma or what nationality of women in the Middle East remains as seen in the film, see Palm bar with visitors. A face with paint, dress like McDonald's clown is working with visitors to play, to add a lot of vigor square and fun.Notre Dame at are missed.
A middle-aged Bishop wearing big robe is the lecture a sermon, followers and they sit on a large area. Two cameras are afraid of the photo. I and his wife held the post, find an empty seat, pretend to listen to the Bishop of French-speaking those we have no idea what. Speaking after the Archbishop and the hand of God rod, with several members of the clergy at the venue loitering. Dressed in a blue robe Choir sang the beautiful hymns. I have the feeling of lingering melody as she spoke, like the Nightingale Sings. Unfortunately the song a sentence cannot understand. The solemn ceremony, the human body to the word "sacred".Paris is a city Palace of the arts.
Each building is the art of crystallization. Both the magnificent Notre-Dame, or one of the world's largest Museum of Louvre, each piece of sculpture, each work is vivid. If your child loves art and hoped that the development in this regard, you must send him or her to Paris.Paris is a romantic city.
The street regularly with roller skating was slippery. Alleys everywhere full of romance of coffee. There's coffee shop simply put the coffee to the edge of the road, lovers was sitting at her desk drink around chatting, talking about XING concentrated two-person arose when playing KISS, even in the street walking also inexplicably stopped playing KISS. One and a half days, see no less than twenty such lens. When I put this discovery told his wife, she gave me a look, and then severely warned me: "you gave me a good walk, do not aspire to. ”Paris is still a thief rampant urban.
We take MTR from the Louvre to the Concorde, get off at is a Gypsy daughter follow. Stairs and after missing the other corner, immediately trained and teamwork to proclaim to us. Her second person keep us apart, the little girl to me, that is a small woman with my wife, we pushed to the side walls. Each hands holding a newspaper, the mouth and say something that little girl is also a kick to give me a kiss. Cool to hear my wife a yell. It turned out that women take no note, a hand in the newspaper the following quietly reaching out to her Lady in front of the bag. See things up, the men went back under the platform to find the next target.This is what I saw in Paris.
Paris, I love you, and some frustration.
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