We start our morning with a return visit to Notre-Dame in the heart of Paris.
I can’t really imagine how this place would have been experienced by the mostly poor and illiterate people who worshiped here in the Middle Ages. Everything about this building seems intended to expound on the nature of God, from the scale of the building itself to the specific stories illustrated in its windows. It is a religious text written in stone and glass, but its language is very foreign to me, the subtext and underlying emotions largely lost. Still, I sense them. They are still here.