CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Our days become a blur of culture and color, lights and music. On Monday morning we see the iconic Notre Dame, its fascinating exterior adorned with carvings of French kings, its interior lit by rainbow light streaming through stained-glass windows. That afternoon we go to the Louvre and spend the rest of the day taking in the famous artworks and exquisite ceilings. By the end of the day, are we still in love? Yes. Very much so.
On Tuesday the rain lets up so we head to the Pere Lachaise cemetery. The cemetery is so large it has its own signposts, directing us through a myriad of paths. It is also the quietest place in Paris. Somehow, the sounds of the busy streets and bustling market outside its gates are masked by birdsong, absorbed by the mausoleums and Gothic arches.
