Not so in Paris. In Paris, even in the rain, there is light. The ancient buildings sit lightly upon the earth. Though there are great snarling things there as well, they are beautiful. The old buildings are part of the now. London's gargoyles say, Live . . . while you can. The gargoyles in Paris say, You are alive! Dance, eat, laugh. There is time enough for stones later. The ancient buildings make you feel more alive, younger, more vibrant. It makes you want to ask, How many people were here before me, laughing? And say, I am part of something greater than myself. Not listen for their whispering ghosts like in so many English cathedrals. Paris, even in its great age, is still young.
|The view from our flat|