Bonjour, and greetings from Paris, where the macarons are soft and the consonants go largely unpronounced.
My first view of the city proved one of the best: out the window of my 25th-floor hotel room at the Hyatt Regency Etoile. The Eiffel Tower sparkles for five minutes at the top of each dark hour until 11 p.m.
During my one day off, I completed a leg workout on the Eiffel Tower’s stairs and walked 8 miles around the city (with the metro supplementing). The rose windows flanking Notre-Dame Cathedral captivated me, but left me wanting for an intimate view at their magnificence–an apt analogy for glimpses of the divine.
At the Louvre, I admired the Venetian “Wedding Feast at Cana” mural opposite the “Mona Lisa.” A mosh pit surrounded Da Vinci’s work, leaving the massive anachronistic gospel scene largely ignored. I understand the “Mona Lisa” is only famous due to its theft a century ago, which sounds like a great scheme for someone looking for way more money than a painting is worth.
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