Emily Harman
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Paris’s Sacred Heart
As I reached the 299th step, my first thought was that I may never take a full breath again. My second, however, was that I had never in my entire life seen this exact shade of lavender. The sky stretched out across the horizon; a gentle blanket of gray woven with the warmest purple. Below us, Paris spread herself as far as I could see, rooftops and rush hour traffic bathed in the last glimmers of sun and the glow of streetlights. This vista felt removed from the chaos of the city, the faint horns of rush hour only audible in the lulls of the wind, the catcalls of passerby and the elbows of tourists a faint memory. Here, at the top of Sacré-Cœur, I completely understood how this massive cathedral got its name.
By Emily Harman6 years ago in Wander