During our weekend in Paris, my daughter and I stayed at a little hotel close to the Notre Dame.
In the early morning, we walked around it, seeing the cathedral from different perspectives, and thinking about the people who have been coming here for hundreds of years. People in need of God, seeking forgiveness, strength, or just for worship.
The island harboring this architectural wonder, the Île de la Cité, contained the first city here, when Paris still was small, and when the mainland on both sides of the river Seine was rural country.
The Romans named the city Lutetia, "The City of Lights".
One night we attended Vêpres, Evening Song, in Notre Dame.
It was peace, beauty, connection, and it felt wonderful after a day of walking the streets of Paris, almost like a bedside prayer before going to sleep.