almost two weeks ago, i made another trip to Notre Dame, and i planned on posting about it right away, but then life and grief (mostly the latter) got in the way, and i just never got around to it.
then, earlier this week, something truly horrible happened at Notre Dame. i’m not going to waste my blog space talking about it, but i will say that i feel quite lucky. i happened to walk right along back of the cathedral that day, but for once, i didn’t feel like going in and lighting candles. what’s that quote about small favors?
i’m not much in the mood for words tonight, so i’ll leaving you with a little photo essay and the occasional comment. (click the pics to see the cool details more clearly)
of course, i lit some candles:
a candle for Finley and his mom
and a candle for sweet little Jack and his mama
and one for Gabriel and his mama.
i spent more time walking around and just looking on this visit.
here’s what the area i light candles in looks like from the other side of the cathedral:
after a short photo tour inside, i went back into the gray day and focused a bit on the fascinating details.
if you walk along the small road behind Notre Dame, you will come to a bridge that looks like this
people who love each other pay exorbitant amounts of money to buy locks from the tourist shops near Notre Dame, and then they write their names on those locks and hang them from both sides of the bridge. that’s the way i went on Tuesday….along that love-locked bridge. my feet made a good choice, i think.