This is Notre Dame. It was beautiful on a bright, brisk day. Did we go in? No. The lines were 1000's deep with the overflow of the lines waiting on a football field set of bleachers. It was the 850th anniversary of the cathedral. 850. Imagine. No hunchbacks were spotted. There weren't any obsessed policemen searching for escaped bread thieves either, I am happy to report. About 100 yards away from where I took this photo is the famous Shakespeare and Company bookstore. The oldest book store in Paris. It was a tiny labyrinth of stone paved rooms stacked floor to ceiling with books. Almost all in English. It is definitely a tourist destination, and a great one.
Just around the corner from this (okay, around several maze like streets and lanes and cul de sacs) is the famous quilt shop of Paris - Le Rouvray
It was tiny, perfect, and completely French.
You could walk for days in the Latin Quarter where all the above are. You probably WOULD walk for days if you didn't have a map or helpful Parisians to direct you. I will have to re-watch Midnight In Paris - the recent movie about magical happenings in this lovely city. If I remember correctly - all the magic happened while getting lost in the Latin Quarter. It was charming. Bring a compass.