St. Eustache is my favorite church in Paris. Our love affair began on my first trip to Paris in January of 1992. I was alone, lost and cold, when I sat on the steps in front and beside Henri Miller's "head" (titled: Ecoute) to sort my map and routes for the very first time. From then on, I teased that I could always find my way in Paris from there in the heart of Les Halles.
Maybe it was the light during that time of day, maybe it was the upcoming Assumption; but the light and spirit were particularly brilliant that afternoon. Sunlight beamed in. Candles from within shown out.
I lit my own candle with St.Therese of Lisieux. This time: in gratefulness for the day in Paris and our 4 months at the Chatette; and, a plea to help me face all that lies ahead in our four months that began as helping my aging parents in St. Louis and has now taken on proportions of something completely different in the midst of the sadness and chaos in our hometown of Ferguson, MO.
I always stop to see the "head" outside of St. Eustache in Les Halles. There's lots of work and change afoot. Les Halles began as the market place of Paris and was later turned into gardens and shopping. It's undergoing another transformation to even more modern with enhanced music and performance venues.
And, they've even rearranged the direction of the "head".