La Cathédrale de Notre Dame de Paris: A Recollection

My new wife and I ventured into the cathedral on a Sunday evening in June 1964. There was no queue and no entrance fee, just an old crone sitting by the poor box to acknowledge our donation. The stunning beauty of the interior was heightened by a choir singing vespers. Our everlasting memories of Notre Dame are indelibly beautiful and haunting.

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