Notre Coeur

The grand cathedral has always been the heart of Paris to me. If I possibly can, I stay at a nearby boutique hotel, its front door opening onto the parvis, the cathedral and its crowds just metres away.

Exactly a year ago I was up at dawn – my body clock still running on Melbourne time – and made a panorama, the sun coming up over Ile St Louis, the parvis deserted.

Every time I have visited Paris, the cathedral has been a place of adoring pilgrimage. If Paris has a heart, here it is.

Inside, the light and the grace lift the soul. I remember a performance of Gregorian chanting one evening, where four monks sang with no musical accompaniment at all, yet their voices filled the entire cathedral. It was glorious.

Now only the stones and the memories remain.


Photo by Britni Pepper

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Britni Pepper has always enjoyed telling stories. About people, places and pleasures. Her schoolmates loved listening to her stories about princesses and pirates and dragons, and once she looked up to find the principal looking on. "No, no, don't stop, Britni," he said. "I want to hear what happens next!" What happened next was university, a job in the travel industry, and a career of travelling the world meeting the most fascinating people. Britni has travelled to thirty of the world's nations and loves making up stories about fascinating people doing interesting things in exotic places. No longer tales about princes and wizards, but her stories are just as much fantasy as ever.

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