Category Archives: Notre Dame

along a love-locked bridge

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? Continue reading


little lights

on Monday i finally went back to Notre Dame to light candles for lost babies.

i like to wander my way to places in Paris which means that i rarely go the same way twice.  the weather was a bit capricious, going from cloudy to clear, from pleasantly warm to far-too-cool for what i was wearing and back again.

as usual, there were many things to see and capture with my camera: Continue reading

to Notre Dame

i’ve been trying to post something for days now, but the words just haven’t been flowing.  Tuesday was little sun’s three-month birthday, and yesterday…yesterday marked three months of his being gone.  every month on those two days, Froggy and i become distracted and fragile.  we’re both bombarded by images of every moment we lived with our little boy, and it overwhelms us make us both shut down emotionally.

Monday i went to Notre Dame again, and this time the line was almost nonexistent, so i went inside.

Notre Dame

Notre Dame

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on the way home..

my shrink lives in the Marais, the gayest area of gay Paris, in the Jewish quarter where you can get the best falafel in town (just ask Lenny Kravitz.) i’ve been going every Monday for the last few weeks, and it forces me to get out of bed before late afternoon and go out to be a part of the living.  i no longer spend the entire métro ride hiding tears beneath a lowered head, and i have even come to enjoy being in a charming part of Paris where i can wander undisturbed among the queers and the jews and the starry-eyed tourists.

sometimes i walk all the way home, crossing the Seine, skirting the limits of the Latin Quarter and then drifting down the small side streets where Continue reading