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Date Posted: 16:01:53 07/06/11 Wed
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celtgirl
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In reply to: celtgirl 's message, "Pick, pick, pick......" on 15:48:37 07/06/11 Wed

copyright 2011 Cindy Brandner

Notre Dame loomed up out of the spectral fog. On such a night as this, one could almost hear the ghostly tolling of Quasimodo�s beloved bells, and feel the medieval walls of the city rise once again out of the past. It was one of those places on the earth, rare, where something seemed to be in the very soil, something sacred that ran in currents inside the earth and hummed beneath a person�s feet, so that it was unmistakable in its power. Before the great cathedral had been erected this site had been home to a pagan temple and before that there was evidence that Druids had once worshipped within a long vanished grove of trees. Here Crusaders had bowed their heads, and prayed before setting off to sack and pillage in the Holy Land. Here too the head of the mystic Knights Templar had been burned at the stake, as he had cursed both King and Pope, inviting them to join him at the gates of heaven. Which both had obligingly done within mere months. Here De Gaulle had knelt in thanksgiving after the liberation of Paris in WWII. Here was the centre of France, from which all distances were measured.

Beyond lay the twisting grey-green ribbon of the Seine and the lights of the city. But here, on this November night, they might have been swept back to an altogether earlier time, pilgrims on the road to worship.

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You definitely get the sense of history in this piece. This book seems like its going to be wonderful trip through so many places beyond Ireland. Can't wait! (NT) -- Lil, 12:57:24 07/07/11 Thu
That sense that a place has been sacred for eons is one of my favourite things about the "Old World". I now the First Nations here have such places, but the ones in the British Isles in particular resonate for me. Wonderfully and succinctly done. (NT) -- Carla, 18:24:02 07/12/11 Tue
Makes me wish to see this ancient cathedral! (NT) -- Denise, 20:17:01 07/12/11 Tue
What always amazes me about Europe is just how OLD some of the buildings are. I always find myself thinking about the people who stood there before, what their lives were like, why they were there. (NT) -- Mahri, 13:10:24 07/17/11 Sun
Oh boy, now you've really pulled me in! I love Paris, and love the way you depict her. This spot truly is the city's center - somewhere I have a photo of that marker on the street that says something like Point Zero. (NT) -- Elaine, 19:21:04 07/26/11 Tue