Le Notre Dame

So today le Notre Dame is on fire and when I saw the photos in my Monday evening briefing from the NYT I felt like crying. Not the heaving rocking back in forth pulling out my hair crying but the salty tears slowly rolling down my face while the waves crash on the shore in the background crying. Calm. Pensive.

Europe has been on my mind a lot lately. The other day I sat and reflected about my solo walk from the art museum up to the saccre ceour basilica. How as I walked up the gradual incline it got quieter and quieter and soon I couldn't recognize that it was the Paris I knew from post cards. It could've been anywhere really. It was beautiful and sad that this was a part of Paris that wouldn't be appreciated as much as a more iconic place. But for a few minutes that was my piece of Paris and while the cathedral burns today, that's the Paris I will remember.