So it happened that Notre Dame was smack in the middle of my wander to the left bank. It couldn't have worked out more perfectly if I had planned it to arrive there just before closing so that there was no crowd and the day was square in the "golden hour" before sunset. And there was a mass on. A mass, people! That counts for, like, two visits! I had never seen Notre Dame without a large crowd out front, so I did a double-take that I was actually there. And I marched right in.
Honestly, I got mad respect for Notre Dame and its perfect Gothic architecture (those buttresses are FLYING!) and its age and its location and all of that. But really, the inside isn't that remarkable. I still dare any church to beat the cathedral in Brussels. Though it's not fair because some churches are older than others and blah-de-blah-de-blah. I'm not so taken with the interior of Sacré Coeur, either, if you must know. But I'll take its view any day.