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.

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).