We went to France to join in celebrating the 50th wedding anniversary of my sister-in-law’s parents. It has been nearly 20 years since we’ve been in Paris, but except for Notre Dame, it’s hard to believe these icons of the city have changed much.
The Eiffel Tower is a near constant on the horizon, a reminder that you’re in one of the world’s great cities.
Along with the rest of the world, we’ll watch as the French restore the wonder that is Notre Dame.
The Louvre was an early destination, of course. And 18 years later, Mona Lisa is probably still smiling.
We joined the throngs seeing the Arc de Triomphe up close.
We hoofed it up the hill to Sacre Coeur and deemed it worth the climb.
The trip wouldn’t have been complete without visiting The Thinker at the Rodin Museum.
We must have been determined not to miss a single tourist cliché.
The Pompidou Centre, wearing its plumbing on the outside, attracted an audience at all hours.
The Luxembourg Garden welcomed us when we needed a break from sightseeing.
The Canal St. Martin was a sweet spot, charming and apparently less well known to tourists.
Our ultimate destination each day was a streetside table at a cafe, where we could idle an hour away, watching as Paris went by.