A last day in Paris

well all the things come to an end, except eternal life. But on this world, yup, they finish. And my stay in Paris is coming to that fate.

Today I checked out Notre Dame de Paris. It is a Gothic church with a presence. Inside you get a dark almost unsettling feeling. But at the same time it is so beautiful and the stain glass windows let only the tiniest of light illuminate the interiour, keeping most of the sun to brighten the glasses' dark and rich colors. It feel really good and peacefull in there. But you cant help but imagine that something dark must have happened there. Its just my feeling. And my wild imagination.

But I cant help but salute Victor Hugo for using his wild and crazy imagination for summing up the story of Le Bosu de Notre Dame. He really did reference the building different corridors and hidden rooms.

Then I became a bike junkie and hopped onto another Fat Tire tour. This time in Paris, duh. Man, they are so much fun. I love the mixture of biking and history with a dash of humor. Its really good cause it keeps a kid like me moving and on the ball while being completelly fascinated and immersed into these historical situations while seeing the places they took place in live.

This evening I spent sitting on a concrete rail watching the Eiffel Tower. Illuminated in the night sky. I watched the moon move from one side of the tower to the other side. For about five minutes there was even a cool light show that gave the tower a sparkling effect.

well folks, demain Im taking a train to London, last country and leg on this journey before I head back to Dublin, my temporary home and where half my heart is currently being held...