This was my second favorite church. It wasn't as busy as my favorite (Notre-Dame), and it was also different, because it had memorials and graves of a lot of French royalty. The back half of the basilica that has the crypt usually charges a few euros to get in, but since there was a festival later that day, it was free admittance!
We left Saint Denis for now, but wanted to come back later in the day and see what the festival was all about! Our next destination was Sacre Coeur:
This is another large, beautiful Basilica. It's also a very popular tourist attraction, unlike Saint Denis. It was quite a walk up to the building, and we were harassed by guys selling selfie sticks, bracelets, mini Eiffel towers, and purses the whole way.
We weren't allowed to take pictures inside. This church is MUCH newer than any of the others we'd been to so far. It opened in 1914, and although the inside is a *similar* style to the others, the outside is very different, which is why it's such a visited site.
After hiking back down, we grabbed some lunch from a street vendor, then hopped on the metro and went back to Notre Dame for some unfinished business...
Yes, we went to Notre Dame the day before, but we got there too late to go to the top! And we couldn't not. So, we waited in line.
Then. We climbed to the top. Over 350 stairs. It doesn't sound like a whole lot, but I promise that it was exhausting.
Everyone was panting when we got to the top. But the views made up for it:
I may or may not have teared up while looking through these pictures.
We went to Palais Garnier, the opera house that the Phantom of the Opera-house is based off of, but unfortunately it was closed. Beautiful, though!
Yes, we went to the Louvre. Yes, I wanted to go inside. No, I wouldn't have a lot of time to spend there. No, I didn't want to spend 12 euro to get in. Yes, I understand that it's a great experience. Yes, I will go next time I'm in Paris.
At this point, me and a couple of people ditched the group we'd been spending the day with. They wanted to go in the Louvre, and we wanted to go back to Saint-Denis and check out the festival that we had seen them setting up for when we were there earlier that morning.
Back on the metro we went. We were such pros at the metro. I wish they were more common, in the States, especially.
Saint Denis was pretty empty when we were there that morning. Now it was full! And not just with Asian tourists like everywhere else! It seemed like a pretty local event... pretty much only French speakers. Thankfully Amanda was with us, who speaks french beautifully and helped us out loads the whole trip! Check out this rad festival:
I ordered my food in french. Well, kind of. It was so frustrating, because I ALWAYS responded with "si" instead of "oui". I'm sorry, I speak spanish. I order food in spanish. Even though I practiced with Amanda the whole time we were in line, I straight up responded with "si"... Oh well. I was fed.
This next part of the day is without a doubt one of the most important things you need to know about. There was a show that we saw at the festival. I'm not 100% sure what their group's name was. But it was incredible. They juggled apples.
At first it was totally weird and creepy. You had to be there. The three of us were interested, though, so we stayed and watched. It got to be SO FUNNY. They were so theatrical and dramatic. The show was about an hour, and they kept us enthralled for the whole time.
During the show I kept thinking to myself "I'm eating a chicken leg in Paris. At a festival. Watching an apple-juggling show. With people I met a little over a week ago." Honestly, it was at this show that I realized how surreal and dream-like this whole experience would seem when I got back. I was completely right.
After the festival, we explored Saint Denis until it got dark, then headed back to the Eiffel Tower.
I knew we were leaving the next day for Frankfurt, so I bought one last crepe, took one last picture of the Eiffel tower, and walked away, already missing Paris.
That night I stayed awake for awhile, talking with some friends in the lobby. But once my head hit the pillow, I was already dreaming about Notre Dame.
