Below is an account of the horrible tragedy from friends who are renting on the ile St Louis, just behind Notre Dame.
She does a very good job summarizing their experience. See below after our comments.
Like a number of you, we have
been to Notre Dame many times (Midnight Mass, baptisms, organ recitals, etc).
We lived about 100 yds from the bridge behind Notre Dame (Le Pont Archeveche) and I walked by
it every day on my way to work. Judy made a point of passing by daily. We never
wanted to take her supreme presence for granted.
We we were horrified watching the
unimaginable destruction unfold before our eyes. It was so sad to see it go up
in flames, little by little.
Already the donations are coming in to rebuild. It took 200 years or so for the original to be "completed". I hope we live to see the completion of this "rebuild".
We were truly shaken by this
Already the donations are coming in to rebuild. It took 200 years or so for the original to be "completed". I hope we live to see the completion of this "rebuild".
We were truly shaken by this
Tony and Judy
On Tuesday, April 16,
2019, Ruth R. wrote:
Last
week, school vacation started in many outlying parts of France. There were many
French tourists from outside of Paris. We boarded a bus near where we live and
quickly rode across the small bridge over the Seine connecting the Ile Saint
Louis to the mainland, the Left Bank. On the bus were a mother visiting with
three young daughters. The youngest, with the pinkest jacket and the pinkest
barrette in her hair, perhaps four or five, gasped as we had the view of
the Seine right by where we live, “Aah!” she sighed, “Notre Dame de Paris!” I
told this charming story all last week. Last night, as I stood on the bridge
with hundreds of silent people watching the flames, I cried.
Notre Dame de Paris - pen and ink sketch by Tony Donovan |
When
we heard of the fire we went to the bridge near us. There were no news media
yet, just people gathering. Hundreds. Silent. Even those on their phones were
whispering so no one could hear. Disbelief. Flames. Sirens. Cascades of water
pouring into the Cathedral. The flames not subsiding. One man stood on
the balcony of his apartment facing the Cathedral. We could hear, through the
open French windows of his apartment, the music of the Requiem Mass that he was
playing.
There
are no adequate words for the immeasurable loss of the treasures inside. We
went to see Notre Dame this morning. The firemen (500 of them) were able to
save the outside stone structure and the two towers. We are told people were
able to save some religious relics. The entire wooden Medieval interior and
sculptures are gone. Macron says France will rebuild. The coat of arms of Paris
is an old ship floating on a rough sea, the motto in Latin always under
it is “Fluctuat nec mergitur.” “We are shaken but we do not sink.”
Love,
Ruth (and Merv)