First stop, Jewish Town. I'm not sure if that's what the Parisians call it, but they should.
After stopping for at least three more cafe cremes, we walked over to Notre Dame. In true Christian spirit, we cut in line and royally screwed at least 300 people waiting in line for days. My idea was to just walk through the exit backwards, but Rebecca's idea worked perfectly...for us.
We both were moved by Notre Dames glorious plasma screen televisions. They truly radiated the Gospel of the lord.
The Pope's mass was rockin'!
I don't know who this headless guy is, but the angel on his right has a smirk on her face that makes me wonder if she's maybe responsible for it.