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All the know-how of France Tourisme, to rediscover the magic of Paris at the best price!
Ah, Montmartre... Just thinking about it brings back the image of those endless steps, the breeze up on the hill, and the Sacré-Cœur sitting there like some wise old giant who’s seen it all. I know it’s kind of a cliché, but honestly – it’s impossible not to be charmed.
The view from the front of the basilica? Probably one of the best in Paris. You can see practically the whole city. And the neighborhood, with its artists, crooked streets, staircases everywhere… It’s got this vibe you don’t really find anywhere else. And when you walk into the basilica – it’s quiet. Soothing. You feel something, even if you don’t know what.
Okay, so the Eiffel Tower. It’s on every postcard, every magnet, every souvenir... and yet – the first time I actually went up, I felt this weird little emotional tug. I wasn’t expecting it, but there it was.
At night, when it sparkles, I still get goosebumps. It’s a bit cheesy maybe, sure. But, well… it’s our kind of cheesy, and I sort of love that.
Versailles is... overwhelming. Not just the palace – which is massive, gilded, almost intimidating – but the gardens. Oh, the gardens. Everything is so precisely laid out, it’s almost like stepping into someone’s perfectly manicured dream.
Walking between the fountains and hedges and marble statues, you kind of expect Louis XIV to pop out from behind a tree. (He doesn’t, obviously.) But you do feel tiny, in a strangely good way.
Now that… that’s another world entirely. Mont-Saint-Michel is one of those places that no photo, no description, can really capture. It’s a tidal island, a monastery, a tiny medieval village – all rolled into one.
The last time I went, I stayed until everyone left. At night, when the crowds are gone, it gets quiet. Eerie, almost. You can hear your footsteps echoing on the cobblestones. It feels like you’ve slipped back in time or into a dream.
If you're into history, romance, or just really beautiful buildings, you can't skip the Loire Valley. Chenonceau, Chambord, Amboise, Azay-le-Rideau... each one has its own feel. Some are fairytale-like, others just blow your mind with their scale.
I remember Chenonceau in particular – stretching over the river like a bridge. It was so peaceful, almost like walking into a painting. Chambord, on the other hand, felt a bit mad – huge, extravagant, completely over-the-top. But brilliant in its own way.
Giverny is like stepping into someone’s dream. You get off the train, walk a bit, and suddenly… time slows down. There’s Monet’s house, the lily pond, the little Japanese bridge, the wild colors blooming everywhere.
And it’s not fancy. It’s not flashy. It’s just... beautiful. In that quiet, unpretentious, this-feels-right kind of way. I’m not much of a gardener, but after walking through there, I swear I wanted to grow something. Anything.
