One of my favorite places in the world is gone.
I'm crying while I watch the news. Notre Dame survived the Revolution, the Commune, the Occupation, and now it's been destroyed by a fire. I've been there so many times; it's always been the first place I go whenever I'm in Paris. The interior never failed to soothe and inspire -- that hushed darkness, lit by those magnificent windows.
I took this picture in 2017 -- it does not capture their beauty, but today I'm grateful to have it.