So I took a bus from Bangor, Wales to Paris, France. Naturally a ferry was involved, but I stayed on the bus the whole time. I stayed at a great little Korean hostel in Paris and packed everything I could into about two days. Unlike most travelers I talked to, I had an amazing experience in Paris.
I finally got to practice French I had only read scattered among books (“Parlez-vous anglais?” I’d ask, while silently praying, Please, please, let them parley-voo onglay).
I saw Notre Dame. Yes, it meets expectations.
Why don’t we see more pictures of the back of Notre Dame? I think it’s lovelier than the front.
Why did no one tell me Notre Dame is on a little island in the River Seine? So cool!
Of course, there were gargoyles.
The inside was stunning as well: stained glass, fierce Joan of Arc, chandeliers, relics, original medieval paintings on the walls.
One aspect to traveling solo is that you can just wander around and see what you see. I was free to take two dozen pictures of the Eiffel Tower or take the long way around Notre Dame, circling a neighborhood to admire balconied buildings and street vendors.