I made my way to Notre Dame and waited in the line outside the door for a long time. When I got inside, an angelic chorus of young women’s voices filled the cathedral. There were probably about twenty of them, a choir of high school girls, and they were nothing less than angelic. As I walked up the side of the cathedral towards them, I could feel the pure, sweet, spiritual ecstasy that has made Notre Dame so beloved for centuries.
I’m not a religious person — but if I were, this might be one of those moments of divine transcendence. For when I got to the transept where they were singing, the familiar opening bars of my favorite piece of music, Mozart’s Ave Verum Corpus, poured through the air.
At that moment, I was surrounded by these beautiful windows, and that exquisite music. For once the sun was shining in Paris, and I was filled with the exquisite beauty of this place in this moment.
For this I offer my own quiet Hallelujah.