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Paris's Amazing Churches

In spite of the fact that I was feeling castled-out in Paris, I
somehow never got churched-out. Not sure exactly why that is.

In Italy I have to admit that I started feeling a bit churched-out
because a lot of them were expensive to see, and because the
tourism/money motivation was so obvious . . . it was a little disappointing.

But the churches in France are totally different - they have all been
beautiful, surrounded by interesting neighborhoods and people, and
free to visit. Which is what I would expect from a church - open
doors.

My two favorites in Paris were obviously Notre Dame and Sacre Coeur.
Although I failed to get good pictures of it, Notre Dame was actually
my favorite church in all of Europe, besides Westminster Abbey. From
the moment we saw it that night on the bike tour, I was completely in
love with the architecture and the stained glass.

The history of religion in France is very interesting too. Although
they were very religious for a time, churches were banned during the
Revolution, and the Notre Dame was actually used as the warehouse of a
market. When you are inside the church, it's pretty hard to imagine it
was ever used for storing food.

 

The Last Castle

It's too bad that I had already seen so many castles by the time we
got to Versailles, because I have to admit I was sort of castled-out.

People always say this happens when you tour Europe, and unfortunately
it's true. After seeing so many amazing buildings from similar time
periods it all starts to look the same.

After a half an hour line to buy tickets, an hour and a half to wait
to get in, and then SO many people in the palace that we could barely
get through the rooms, Versailles wasn't nearly as enjoyable as I'd
hoped it would be, but it was gorgeous. On another day I'd definitely
site it as a highlight.

 

Waiting for Versailles

Not only does Versailles have one of the largest palaces in the world,
but it boasts a very impressive line for tourists to wait in. Luckily we had iphone Scrabble.

It was somewhat less of a pain knowing that this is the last tourist line I will wait in, possibly for years, but still - an hour and a half of time in Paris is precious, and I definitely wouldn't have expected the palace to be this packed on a Tuesday in September.

By the time we got to the front, I was ready to tell-off the old man who tried to cut the line, much to the approval of everyone around me.