How about if we end your Friday on a moment of the sublime?
On a recent trip to France (yes, cooking, and I’ll write more about that later), my son and I took a stroll through Notre Dame Cathedral in Paris on a Sunday afternoon. The cathedral was packed with visitors on a holiday weekend.
As we walked along the alcoves of altars, a woman sitting in the sanctuary suddenly stood. Dressed like a casual tourist, she didn’t stand out at first. She just stood quietly. And then she began to sing.
I don’t know her name, she was obviously professionally trained. But she apparently was just a tourist like the rest of us, moved by the setting and the accoustics to raise her voice.
Never miss a local story.
A friend asked later what happened after this moment. Applauding in such a setting feels wrong. But all around us, as she sat back down, we hear quiet whispers:
“Merci, madame. Merci.”
Have a nice weekend.