There is a church whose towers I have admired on every visit to Paris, but I never knew what was connected to them.
But today, I finally tracked down the towers closely enough to step inside the church below them. And thus I was introduced to St. Sulpice.
I felt peaceful inside. The entire story of the Gospel washed over me again as I made my quiet circuit.
Also, last night was Lexi’s last night in Paris, so we tried to get an eyeful of the light in this City of Lights.
We went to Tour Eiffel, met a friendly Italian, endeavored to take selfie which included both ourselves and the famous steel. Marginally succeeded.