An alert on my iPhone said it was burning. It’s just a building but I dropped what I was doing at work to look for additional details hoping it was just a small fire. How could a church made of so much stone burn? Surely it must not be bad? Text messages from a French friend and German friend start to come in. “Are you watching?” Disbelief and frantic searching for photos on my phone and in my computer to jog my memory as to how much of the facility was wood. People of Paris start to gather and the world watches. This church doesn’t only belong to the French. It belongs to the hearts of everyone who has visited, read about it, seen photos, or practiced it’s teachings. Hearts broke as the tower fell. Please don’t let it be terrorism. I couldn’t take that and was saddened that my mind even went there. All of the relics. The glass work. The lamps. The ORGAN. The woodwork. There would be no way to save the woodwork. Please please save the magnificent front doors. Later stories of heroism emerge along with stories of waste and politics like usual. And now it rains and it is in danger again. I look back at photos and remember the service I took there while last in Paris where I heard the unmistakable sound of the organ paired with Gregorian choir making a sound only the heavens could create. A beautiful noise. Now, I only hope it will be restored so I can take my son to see it some day and with any luck hear the original organ and view the original woodwork, flooring, etc. It has survived this many years and I am confident it will rise proudly again for the people of Paris, for the people of France, and for the rest of the world who it belongs to in spirit.
Check out other posts on the great Notre Dame here…
It’s Thursday! I have been looking forward to this all week.
Below are a few of my favorite doors from my recent trip to Paris. There are too many to share in one post so I will likely provide more in coming weeks. I hope you enjoy. And as always, I come home from a trip like this wanting to replace the door on my own house…
Check out some of my previous doors from France and all over the world by clicking here.
France is an amazing place and surely you will hear more on the subject from me in the future. But, as a photographer, it was a joy to take photos of things normally mundane like doors and windows. The history and age on some of these doors was so interesting. The design on others was fascinating and at times breathtaking.
This red and black door was also from Mont St. Michel. I love that it is aged and dirty. The metalwork on it is lovely.
This door is spectacular and just a standard site in Paris. I can only imagine what is on the other side of this door.
This is probably cheating but this is of course a spectacular window at the Notre Dame.
This, my friends, is a Troglodyte cave being re-purposed as a storage shed. There is literally no better place in the entire world to store your wine and your shovels than in this very spot. (This is probably one of my favorite photos from all of France.)
This lovely blue window was around the corner from the above cave door. I love the color and the large molding and the aged wall around it.
This knocker is dainty and sweet and scary all in one.
Below is another troglodyte cave again. France is full of them many of which were originally used for security from threats and are now used to live in, work out of, used for storage, and even in some cases as B&Bs.
Well, depending on what you believe this is certainly one kind of door. It just doesn’t lead to a traditional home. This is a dolmen, found commonly in the united kingdom. I found this one in the middle of some farms in France and had to show Eric.
This little heart door was sweet and of course needed to be added to my collection.
This is an example of a troglodyte cave turned very fancy home. Nearby was one that had been a bakery and another that was a B&B. In this area it was very common for people to live in these for thousands of years. The French felt the need to continue using the caves in what seems like ingenious ways. Some only had hatch doors and reminded me of people living off the grid with no power or running water and others, like this one, seemed modern and interesting.
One more troglodyte cave door. I just couldn’t get enough of these finally thinking it probably wasn’t much different than our ancestors digging caves or digging basements in order to keep their food cool. But, in some cases these caves were created long before modern times. Another blog post about those caves another day…