Notre Dame de Paris




We, myself and five friends, descended on Paris, France in the early two thousands. I still used calling cards I’d purchased in the states to call home on the hotel’s landline, and I still used an actual 35mm camera to snap pictures of our adventures.

Along with the normal color film, I’d brought along a single roll of black-and-white. Except for the above picture which apparently was taken with the last available shot on the colorized roll, and I subsequently saved as black-and-white, the rest were all captured with the black-and-white film, sent off to be processed, and returned to me in the following format.


I love them, especially as the day was cloudy and gray as only November can be.

The Priest was praying with several people inside the Cathedral, so we were asked to refrain from taking pictures.

Although I recall the soaring roof, the paintings, the stained-glass windows, and the altar with a fuzzy memory, the feelings it invoked have never left me.

The news that she was on fire came as a great shock.

It stunned me, and then it broke my heart.

Although French President Emmanuel Macron has vowed to restore her, and the funds for such a project have already reached more than three hundred million dollars, there is still a sense that she will never be the same as she was the year the six of us, some of us for the first time, descended upon her beauty and experienced her warmth.

You can watch a clip of the fire from The Guardian as it was posted on Youtube here:

Otherwise, continue with me through the lines around the side of the building as we continued our experience by climbing up into the Bell Tower, and out along the rim where I obtained shots of the spires, the Sculptures and Gargoyles, and even the city of Paris beyond the Ile de la Cite.









Renee Johnson, in the above picture to the right with long curls, is the author of Behind The MaskHerald AngelsAcquisition, and The Haunting of William Gray.  She is currently working on a romantic-comedy, and a historical novel, while editing a suspense novel which has international flair–an homage to her love of travel and foreign food.  She lives on a farm in North Carolina with her husband, Tony Johnson, and two very spoiled German shepherds named Hansel and Gretel.



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