I fell in love with this man's boots, oh ok him as well on the tippy top of

the dome of Sacre Coeur, where I thought I might puke and die from peur.

Isn't the city jolie, even and maybe even especially with the haze/mist (we'll pretend it isn't smog). I was proud of myself for being brave enough to prend cettes images. It was just a surprise, I thought I was going down to the crypt, but I ended up ascending 300 winding stairs to the dome. Not a grave up there, but lots of professions of love and other such profundities scratched into the hundreds year old dirt on the interior of the dome.