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All the know-how of France Tourisme, to rediscover the magic of Paris at the best price!
The Eiffel Tower... I mean, come on. We’ve all seen it in movies and on postcards, right? But seeing it with your own eyes? Totally different story. It kind of sneaks up on you, towering above the rooftops. I remember the first time I saw it — freezing cold evening, fingers numb, but when the lights started twinkling... wow. You just stand there. Even surrounded by crowds and selfie sticks, it still feels kinda magical.
I don’t know what it is exactly... but there’s something about Notre-Dame that just grabs you. It’s not just a church — no, it’s more like... a presence. Like she’s seen it all. You walk by, and even if you're not the religious type, you feel something — maybe respect, maybe awe, maybe just... quiet.
The stones are worn, weathered, kind of tired-looking in places — and yet, there’s a dignity to them. And when the light filters through those stained glass windows... yeah, it’s beautiful in that raw, honest way. Not polished. Just... real.
After the fire, I remember watching the news and thinking, “please don’t let her go.” It felt personal, almost like losing a family member. But she’s still here. Changed, sure, but still standing. And honestly? That makes her even more powerful. There’s something about her survival that sticks with you — like she’s part of the soul of Paris. Or maybe its heart. Hard to say.
It’s huge. I don’t think people realize just how big it is until they’re standing underneath. But the real gem? Climbing to the top. You’ve got this panoramic view of the Champs-Élysées stretching out like a starburst. It’s kind of dizzying — in the best possible way. Oh, and don’t skip the eternal flame. It’s quiet, solemn, and it makes you pause. Even in the middle of a busy roundabout.
Montmartre is... I don’t know. A village within the city? There’s something charmingly chaotic about it. Street artists, steep steps, cafés with wobbly tables. And then, at the top, Sacré-Cœur. It looks like a white wedding cake — a bit over the top, maybe, but there’s a kind of peace up there. I sat on the steps once, just listening to a guy playing guitar. The whole city spread out in front of me. Honestly, it was one of those moments you don’t forget.
