Having lived in France, I am spoiled for churches. I have expectations, that can't seem to be fulfilled.
My love affair began in Paris at St. Eustache, where my virgin candle-lighting self became a believer. Oh, I love Notre-Dame, Sacre-Coeur, and many more...but, St. Eustache is mine.
And then, there is St. Etienne in Cahors. The day I decided I had to find a way to buy the Chatette, I sat there alone, in the dark, on a pew; listening to the organist crank up and practice. It felt like heavenly music from on high. How could I NOT buy the Chatette. And now, there are so many more...Cajarc, Calvignac, Rocamadour, Conques...and the list goes on and on.
Is it any wonder that an afternoon stop in the St. Louis Cathedral in Jackson Square let me down? The photos above were shot at St. Etienne in Cahors, with our New Orleans St. Louis Cathedral below.
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