It is not just a church. It is the beating heart of Paris. So few places in our world have stood for 850 years, and you feel every year of that history when you step inside. It is a relic of days when a cathedral was truly a fortress, and it is awe inspiring. It was beautiful, all lit up on a frosty night last December. It was was majestic when we slipped into our seats for mass, on a previous trip, while voices echoed to the rafters for a Latin singing mass. We stopped to listen every time we heard the bells, no matter where we were in that area. We stood on the steps at Sacre Coeur and listened to the bells of Notre Dame echoing up the hill, ringing in the new year for 2019. Today we mourn, along with Paris. The heart is still beating though, and the bells of Notre Dame will ring again.
Vagabond.Belle 