Sometimes my most memorable times traveling are not when carving my way along a strategic footpath mapped out by GPS, but when I lose track of all technology and just follow the sights and sounds of the city.
From the soft croon of a jazz musician on Pont Saint Louis, to the lure of a citron sucre crepe from an inviting cart with a friendly chef, I made my way over to a bridge and then looked up at this dreamy, unobstructed view of Notre Dame.
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