Our last day in London was brief, we just cleaned and left. We then took a train through Paris. It's strange, the English countryside looked utterly English, and, though they were almost exactly the same, the countryside on the other side of the channel was utterly French.
We arrived in Paris and dropped our things off at our apartment (which is lovely despite the incomprehensible dryer) and headed off for an afternoon of sightseeing, beginning at Notre Dame.
The building is absolutely beautiful, not to mention huge. Joyce regaled us with facts about the architecture and history and explained the difference between a statue and a relief to Nick (A relief is cut out of the stone, but not fully three dimensional. The pieces the doorways are primarily reliefs).
In the plaza in front of Notre Dame was an interesting street performer who followed and mimicked tourists for as long as he could without them noticing. This is him pretending to wrangle pigeons.
We didn't actually go into the church, as the line was rather long, but we appreciated it nonetheless.
After spending some time looking at the church and watching the street performer, we slowly made our way to our apartment, meandering through Paris along the way.
There was the occasional drizzle, but that didn't decrease the beauty of the city. Paris, with its little cafes, frequent street performers, and breathtaking architecture, is just as captivating as it is rumored to be.
Also, the bread is good.
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