no hunchback in sight

Last Sunday I decided to wander down to Notre Dame to catch their Sunday evening mass, a celebration of a century since the birth of Mother Theresa. We found some seats relatively close to the front, mimed our way through many of the hymns (I’m sure God will forgive our lack of linguistic know-how)  shook hands and wished eachother ‘la paix du Christ’, sat in awe as we absorbed the lung-bursting chanting accompanied by the organ before streeming out back on to the streets of Paris on a chilly Autumn evening with the melodic bells chiming across the city. So beautiful.