Despite that fact that my foot feels like it could break in half at any moment and I’ve barely slept in days, I sit blissfully on the steps of the Sacre Coeur Basilica in Paris, admiring the view and petting Zoe, the adorable and elderly spaniel who ‘works’ at the drink stand a few feet away.I went up the dome of the basilica for one of the most beautiful views I’ve ever seen; even though there are probably hundreds of people on the steps of the basilica, when I clambered to the highest point in the dome we were only joined by maybe ten others. It seems that either people don’t know about the option to go higher or aren’t willing to pay the 6 euros, but the one thing I’ll almost always pay for is an incredible view.
Unlike my time in Prague, it was actually warm in Paris, allowing me to wander the dome leisurely without worrying that my face was going to fall off because of the harsh winter winds. I forced my sister to take a million pictures of me (“Get one for Instagram of me looking into the distance!”) and then retake them when the lighting was poor.
I admired the view over the steps and to the rest of the city, before going to the other side and seeing the icon – the Eiffel Tower! I was only in Paris for a short time, but even so I felt a jolt of excitement every time I caught a glimpse of the Tower.
I’ve become used to seeing gorgeous red roofs from European towers, and I always thought that was what made them so beautiful. Paris, though, made me remark on how white the city seemed from above. I think I could go up every tower in Europe and still feel amazed every single time I climbed that last step and came across the promised panorama.