On Friday, as I walked from our hotel to the train station, I crossed a bridge and saw the beautiful cathedral. I took a picture. It was the last picture I took in Paris.
I can't believe that it will never be the same.
While Earl and I were spending a few days in Paris, we found ourselves strolling around Notre Dame several times.
I asked Earl if he had been inside and was surprised to find that he hadn't. I've even attended Mass at Notre Dame.
We stopped to look at the bells displayed in a line outside.
New ones were purchased to replace these in celebration of the 850th anniversary.
850 years! I can't even fathom something that old.
Our country won't be 800 years old until 2576.
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| Me trying to coyly pose along with crowds of other people in front of Notre Dame. |
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| My morning run took me past Notre Dame |
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| You can see the scaffolding around the church where they were working on it. |
I hope that they find the fire was caused by a mistake in the work going on rather than an act of terrorism.
At the same time, I try to imagine a worker with a power tool in hand who started a fire that destroyed an iconic building. That just seems too mundane.
Paris will never be the same.
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