Today was another adventure,
this time across the channel in France.
We got up extra early and were in a cab by 5:55 a.m., headed for St. Pancras Station, where we rode the Eurostar train to Paris. It was as smooth a train ride as I can remember, and definitely as fast or faster. This train zoomed across rolling hills and farmland, sometimes making only the softest sounds, and the ride seemed as soft as the sounds.
In Paris, led by Cia
with her trusty maps, we walked immediately over to Notre Dame Cathedral, where we wandered around the grounds, admiring this immense and sacred work of architecture. It was my first visit, and it was quite overwhelming to see
such a spectacular human creation.
(I must admit, too, that I had feelings of sadness and sometimes anger, that so much wealth has been spent over many centuries to construct and maintain this building, while ignoring the billions of people who went hungry, and conveniently forgetting that Jesus would definitely not have approved of such an expense, nor would he have wanted to enter such a costly building even for a moment.
with her trusty maps, we walked immediately over to Notre Dame Cathedral, where we wandered around the grounds, admiring this immense and sacred work of architecture. It was my first visit, and it was quite overwhelming to see
such a spectacular human creation.
(I must admit, too, that I had feelings of sadness and sometimes anger, that so much wealth has been spent over many centuries to construct and maintain this building, while ignoring the billions of people who went hungry, and conveniently forgetting that Jesus would definitely not have approved of such an expense, nor would he have wanted to enter such a costly building even for a moment.
Oh well . . . best let it go, Ham.)
We then walked among some of the famous and very beautiful parks and gardens in Paris, including the area where the Tour de France traditionally finishes it's three week long race.
A tiring but educational and happy day!
