Notre Dame
What a punch-in-the-gut kind of day for a storied piece of architecture, a sacred space, a tourist’s delight, an experience shared and mythologized by millions worldwide. My sole visit to Notre Dame was nine years ago. The interior was closed for mass but we were able to split a crepe sitting in the front plaza, watching people take photographs. We then strolled around the massive church, reveling in the quiet beauty of its grounds, stone- and glass-work, the silvery grey of the now-burnt roof, and those flying buttresses, away from the crowds and frenzy waiting to enter through the main doors of the iconic double-tower facade for their turn to be dwarfed in soaring space, and for a glimpse of the Rose Window’s riotous colors.
Rebecca Sibley
