Notre Dame

Over a decade now, I went to visit my future husband in France. One of my wishes was to go to Paris to see Notre Dame, amongst other things. Being from France he was a bit passe about all things Parisian and impessed upon me that he was not excited in the least. When we arrived in Paris our taxi took a route around the Ile de la Cité on which Note Dame resides. You could see her towers soar majestically above the other buildings. I was speechless. Even my jaded David, was in awe.

Later that day we would stroll down the Avenue des Champs-Élysées and visit her. I can’t say that I had the greatest time. Too many people, jostling me, taking photos when it was clearly prohibited. Afterwards we wandered around the Cathedral, found a place to have our picnic lunch where I could admire the flying buttresses, an engineering and architecturural feat that is still unrivaled in it’s asthetic beauty. That moment was and always be one of my most treasured memories.

I was fortunate to later find and purchase a small painting from a street artists with my favorite view of Notre Dame.

I am shocked and sickened by this loss of history and to this monument of human ingeuenity and asthetic beauty.