Notre Dame De Paris Novels & Stories

Caitlin flew the short distance from Saint Germain Des Pres over the Seine river, and then over the Ile de la Cite. She circled the small, narrow island slowly, trying to take it all in. There, of course, was the Notre Dame, huge, enormous, towering over everything, the largest building on the island. It was an overwhelming structure. The thought of finding whatever it was she needed inside it seemed daunting.

She scowled at her older sisters and they blushed. "Better put your shoes back on we're here," Ben said as they began to pull into their station. Once they were back up at street level they found a taxi stand and piled into three to get the group to Pont de l'Archevêché, the bridge where lovers attached locks to signify their unending love, throwing the keys into the Seine. It was a short walk from there to Notre Dame Cathedral. Everyone was a little too pooped to feel up to doing the tour but sitting quietly inside the building while Daniel scurried about taking pictures was a plan they could all appreciate. The stained glass was beautiful and a choir was practicing at the front and the sou

Theodore had already watched a couple of videos in order to learn how to receive Liara from the car and the rest of the gentleman-type manners. He looked around and admired the place where Brandon had planned their first date. He had booked the largest cemetery in Paris, Cimitière du Père Lachaise, which was on 110 acres, for the whole night. So, they would run in their wolf form as well, and in that way, they would get to know each other in the best way possible.

she exclaimed. Tyler chuckled. "Where to? We've already seen the Eiffel Tower." Roselyn's grin was mischievous. "Come on, Tyler—this is Paris! We haven't yet seen Notre Dame Cathedral, the Arc of Triumph, the Louvre Museum, Montmartre... and most importantly, a cruise on the Seine." Tyler's laughter echoed through the tower. "Do you want to see all this today?" Roselyn's eyes sparkled. "Of course! Let's make the most of our time here."

She pointed at the stairs. "Let's go," I signaled Lizzy and she shrugged and followed me. We climbed the stairs at the same pace. When we got to the first floor, there was a waitress who led us to the right and we sat down. The settings of the creamy chairs were so beautiful and the table was covered with red-flowering material. The table was so shaped that one could hold the hands of his partner. I hadn't finished admiring the interior decorations when a waiter wearing a white uniform came and stood in our view. He didn't come alone but came with a contagious smile. "Welcome to Notre Dame restaurant. If this is your first time, all dishes are free for a couple."

I had somehow heard about it and it seemed to be one of the popular places to visit here. There was less traffic congestion, so in no time, we got to the Eiffel Tower and it was really nice to be there in reality. After spending enough time there and taking picture, the next place we went to was the Notre-Dame Cathedral. As we walked in, we had our seats and Maya kept smiling, staring into the distance. “This cathedral was built in the 12th century during the reign of King Louis VII. You’re not going to believe that the construction began in 1163 and took nearly 200 years to complete.” She lectured me.

"That's amazing, Brittany! Congratulations!" Brittany smiled weakly, still avoiding his gaze. "Thanks." Dylan turned to Nichole. "Notre Dame… Isn't that in Indiana? When is she going? This fall, right?” “Yes. In fact, she'll be leaving next week so she can get settled on campus, attend orientation, and start getting familiar with the university before classes begin.” Nicole replied enthusiastically while Dylan caught a sight of Brittany giving her an eye roll, her face etched with frustration. He could tell that she wasn't happy with the prospect of attending Notre Dame.

And once they stepped out of the hotel lobby and into the streets, they were all laughing maniacally. Jumping into the next cab they saw, they rode around the city, passing the beautiful Arc de Triomphe and the magnificent Notre-Dame Cathedral. Sierra had seen these sights before, it wasn’t her first rodeo around Paris, but something about seeing them with Colton felt different. Everything felt grander and better.

As both appreciators and lovers of art, the two had a wonderful time at the museum. "So where to next?" she asked as they drove through the streets of Paris. "Notre Dame," Aslan replied. "Behold the Gothic building," Louis uttered as he came to a stop in front of the building. "It is a relic to Gothic lovers with architectural interest." "Impressive," Najmah uttered stepping out of the car. She pulled out her phone and snapped a couple pictures of the building before they went in, touring the Gothic cathedral as Louis told them about the history.

Prince Nicholas' castle, the Château de Rochefort, nestled in the serene commune of Rochefort-en-Yvelines, lay in the heart of the Île-de-France region, a mere 47 kilometers southwest of Paris. Today, eight Sherpa Lights – a fleet of 4x4 tactical and light armored vehicles crafted by the renowned French company, Renault Trucks Defense – rumbled out of the castle gates in urgent haste. Their engines roared, cutting through the tranquility of the countryside. If they maintained a speed of 60 kilometers per hour, Paris would be within their reach in under an hour.