My other favourite view in Paris was from atop the Sacre Coeur. And not only was it great looking out from the roof, but looking up inside the cathedral at the painting on the interior of the roof was just stunning.
I also quite enjoyed looking down at the monastry next door, where nuns were walking around the garden in circles reading books. It was like a game of pac-man. The climb up to the roof was a bit of a mission, and not for the claustraphobic. I could imagine the majority of the All Blacks wouldn’t actually be able to fit through the narrow staircase!
The crypt underneath had some great wee treasure exhibits and chapels/sculptures too.
OK so we didn’t actually make it inside the museum, it was hot, and we were trying to cram a huge amount in to one day. But this spot deserves a mention for its amazing views out over the city, with buskers seranding you with Spanish guitars while you stand there in awe. It is also situated on the Montjuïc hill looking out over the Place Espanya and its magical fountain which makes for very good viewing, and behind (or more, to the left) is all the leftover olympic structures including a crazy weird tower.
Hohensalzburg Castle is the big ominous looking castle that basically takes up the entire hill that it sits on. From atop the hill there are also some marvelous views of Salzburg. It was a bit of a walk getting up there, but there’s a tram thing for the Americans.
The Slovakian Parliament, or more accurately, National Council, is a very modern building, situated right next door to a very old castle. The highlight, however, is its brilliant view out across the Danube. There is a huge balcony from which to admire, so it was definitely worth the adventure up the hill.
My lovely friend and Stockholm local, Emelie, told us where to find the best view in Stockholm, without dropping a tonne of money on the tourist-filled gondola. It turned out to be quite the scavenger hunt, as we made our way to Sodermalm, walked through the grounds of the Hilton, up and down alleyways and through the hills, hunting down Monteliusvägen – a little path on an (almost) cliff edge. On the way there we were following our friend Marc, who by the end of the trip was dubbed “the map.” Being such a beautiful city, there were many highly aesthetically pleasing spots along the way, prompting repeated calls of “Is this The View?” “Ok, is this The View?” “Surely we must have found The View now?” Like children on a road trip yelling out “Are we there yet.” I don’t think Marc/The Map was too impressed.
When we got there, it was truly beautiful. From the old boats immediately below us, to the entire north of the city stretched out before us, including the stunning Gamla Stan (Old Town).
Here’s my attempts at panaramic photos, plus a few normal ones: