“Can you imagine living here?” Keira exclaimed. “Overlooking this?”
“Climbing these steps everyday,” Cristiano added, panting.
Keira’s legs were starting to ache. “Good point,” she replied.
They reached the top of the steps, passing the funicular’s end station, and found themselves on a cobbled hillside. The view opened up to their right and they both paused, taking in the sight of Paris from above. Behind them were more steps leading up to a gorgeous white church.
“The Sacré-Cœur,” Cristiano told her.
“It’s incredible,” Keira replied, breathless. There was too much beauty to be seen. From the churches to the skyline, it was just astounding. “Can we go in?”
“Of course,” Cristiano replied. “It is a working church.”
They headed up the steps and through the doors. Keira shivered as she
