Arc De Triomphe

The Arc de Triomphe de l’Étoile is one of the most famous monuments in Paris. It stands in the centre of the Place Charles de Gaulle, at the western end of the Champs-Élysées. The Arc de Triomphe honours those who fought & died for France in the French Revolutionary and the Napoleonic Wars, with the names of all French victories & generals inscribed on its inner & outer surfaces. Beneath its vault lies the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier from World War I.

We visited the Arc on our last day in Paris. It was gloomy & raining & I was so excited to visit the Palais de Tokyo & the Trocadéro later, I almost wanted to skip it; I thank myself everyday for ignoring my stupid wishes in this trip. The Arc itself is incredible, a beautiful Roman-esque building on the end of the Champs-Élysées; but when you actually remember why it was made, you stop breathing. All the battles of the French Revolutionary & Napoleonic Wars are engraved on the attic, while a list of French victories is engraved under the great arches on the inside façades of the monument. So many names! So many cities! There are no words to describe the energy there, the sense of patriotism. The Tomb of the Unknown Soldier was full of flowers, just like most of the places we visited!
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Cathédrale Notre-Dame de Paris

Notre-Dame de Paris, “Our Lady of Paris” from French, is a historic Catholic cathedral, widely considered to be one of the finest examples of French Gothic architecture & among the largest and most well-known church buildings in the world.

 La Façade Sud

 Vierge de Guadalupe
 Le Maître-Autel

 Sculpture de Jeanne d’Arc
 La Façade Ouest

 La Façade Nord

Visiting Notre-Dame was my dream since I was a baby bat. I mean, what’s more gothic than a many-centuries-years-old church in France? When we were walking along the Seine & I saw that magnificent church I couldn’t believe it was real. Miss Vida Bohéme from my favorite drag queen movie “To Wong Foo, Thanks For Everything, Julie Newmar” would have only one word to describe it: statuesque

We first got to see the south view; the pouring rain & grey sky made it perfectly gloomy; we stepped in & it was the first time I actually cried in Paris. Since I was a kid, gothic churches impress the hell of me, so you can only imagine how I felt being inside it. God knows I’m not a Catholic, but I sat there & I prayed; I prayed & thanked for being there, for being able to realize my dream. I lighted a candle for Mr. Jesus too, because it was the least I could do. 

We left the church & looked for a bistrot to have a drink & ended up in the north side of the cathedral. Now, that’s where the magic happens. My goth heart stopped beating ‘cause it was the prettiest thing I’d seen so far: the gothic arches, flying buttress, chimeras & gargoyles. I have no words to describe my feelings. I had a piña colada looking at this particular view & that’s how I know i’m doing something right with my life.

P.S.: I need to share this appreciation picture. I loved this gentleman rocking a top hat (I saw A LOT of people wearing top hats in Paris & this, my friends, is why we gotta respect French people).

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The Panthéon {1790}, “Every God” from Greek, was originally built as a church & now functions as a secular mausoleum containing the remains of distinguished French citizens. 


“To the great men, the grateful homeland”

Interior dome

 The crypt



 Victor Hugo

It was the first thing we actually planned to visit, since we spent our first two days wandering around Paris.  I must admit  I was not thrilled to go to the Panthéon since I didn’t know much about it; gladly my best friend is smarter than I am so we headed there. I almost cried when we stepped in, it was the most beautiful place I’d ever seen {obviously I had many more days to prove that wrong}. People buried there are lucky bastards, it’s definitively an honour to rest forever with other genius & in such a perfect location. Unfortunately the Foucault pendulum, used by Léon Foucault in 1851 to demonstrate the rotation of the earth, wasn’t there when we visited it.

P.S.: I just found out about this mesmerizing anthropomorphic installation by Ernesto Neto, a Brazilian artist, called “Léviathan Thot” {2006}, inspired by the biblical monster. It’s so perfect I can’t even.

 Fonte: Travel Dilettante

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Paris; the only word that can make me shed tears in less than one second.
Paris; my ultimate dream that somehow came true.

It all started as a joke. Me & my best friend were having veggie burgers after not seeing each other in months & after a couple of beers she was like “We should go on a trip together. How about Paris?” Yeah, right. Paris. I always thought I’d never had the money & the guts to live my dreams, so when she said that I laughed. We said goodbye to each other but that idea haunted us.

“Let’s do it!”, we decided a couple months later.

I had just turned 23 & unless you were born a heiress, most of 20’s are broke as fuck. We decided to keep it cheap & real, so we had to do everything by our own; two asian girls who never left homeland & didn’t speak french living the dream.

We searched for hotels & flights & metro stations & museums & shopping & food. I used to look at my research & kept thinking to myself: “is this real?”. It was. We bought our ticket planes with matching chairs {we randomly chose a number & said it together: 23! It was a sign!} & we booked our hotel, that turned out to be better than we expected. It was 11pm when we fastened our plane seat bealts & Paris was about to become real.

This is how my dream began. 
I invite you to come along & relive those glorious days with me.
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