Our Lady of Paris
I woke up early and headed down to Notre Dame on a rainy Friday morning. I will admit that at first, staring out at the rain made me feel frustrated. The day before it had been so sunny that the heat had hit me like a wall when I stepped off the plane. Instead, I just shrugged my shoulders and let it go. Hey, it's rain in Paris! That's romantic, right?
I'm glad I chose to go out as early as I did, and in the weather that I did. The square in front of Notre Dame was virtually deserted when I got there, but within a few hours was so packed it felt impossile to move.
I've said before that I'm in awe of religious places. Being in Notre Dame before, I wasn't sure if I'd be so moved. But until I got inside, I wasn't aware of how much of the place I had forgotten. I remembered the outside (and the fact that the restoration work was going on the front part of the building, so we didn't get to see as much of it as before), but all I recalled of the inside was that I was offended that people were video-taping the service.
I got through the door and was overcome with awe.
I just don't know how to describe it, frankly. There's the stained glass, and the high roof ceilings that make you feel small in the face of God. There's this beauty that surrounds you and makes you see what men can be capable of, if they try. It's just something I wish I could describe in words, but I can't find them.
I didn't take pictures inside the church, so I can't even direct you to them. I did take several photos outside of the church, though, which are here.
Stepping back outside, I had to sit down and take it all in again. The square, like I said, was filled with people, but I barely saw them.