Seeing the footage of the dreadful fire at Notre Dame took me back 40 years to my student days in England. A bunch of us "hit the road" over Christmas break with our backpacks, sleeping bags and Eurail passes. Our first stop was London, then Paris, then Chamonix in the French Alps, then Barcelona. My pals went on to Madrid, but I returned to Paris on my own, even though it was the coldest winter there in years. I rang in 1979 by attending the Jan. 1 morning service at Notre Dame and spent many hours in the Cathedral, watching the flickering candles and gazing up in awe at the Rose Window.
I was glad to learn that so many of the treasures were saved by the firefighters and volunteers.
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