30th March 2015 – Paris, France
We followed the hunchback, through the streets Of a melancholic paris, all the way to Notre Dame. But the cathedral we left behind, and roamed the Love bridge, spanning many a broken heart and flame.
Today was our last day in Paris, and the day to finally visit the Notre Dame.
Considered the finest example of French architecture, the Notre Dame came with a huge advantage for a cash-strapped traveller like me. It was free! So while the Louvre came with a little push because of the 12 Euro entrance, the Notre Dame needed no convincing at all.
After a really long queue – free comes with its problems – we entered the cathedral and walked around. After admiring the bells and a sermon in progress, we walked outside.
Towards the Love bridge.
The Pont De l’archevêché, commonly called the Love bridge, is literally heavy with love. The chain sides of the bridge are filled with many lovers locks, who tied the locks on the bridge, and then throw away the keys in the rivers. They also engrave the most romantic of messages on their locks.
Like one of them said, “Abdur Rahman loves short girls!”