This is the tippity-top of Île de la Cité. Have you seen the pictures of the bridges in Paris where people attach padlocks with their sweethearts to symbolize eternal love? Some brave folks have made it to the end of the island too. I like Île de la Cité, but it really takes some courage to descend the stairs to the park, because it smells like a giant toilet. Not nice. You can hang out in the park, or you can walk around the fence to have a better view and hang out next to a group of French guys who picked up a group of American girls. The French are really nice to tourists, what can I say?