Le Figaro 17/04/2019
Sometimes I stay on the Isle de la cité, in an apartment borrowed from a friend. From the kitchen window I look out across rooftops to the solemn towers of Notre Dame, and for long moments in the evening I am transfixed by the great shoulders that blacken the sky.
The cathedral stands on the island like a captain on a ship. It is solid and muscular without being heavy, and the flying buttresses push the apse forward as though rowing the whole cathedral down the river. Most beautiful of all is the graceful spire, adapted from the smaller original by Viollet-le-Duc in his work of restoration. There is a lightness and modesty to this spire that never cease to captivate me, and to study it from the café across the river, as I do on every visit, is to know what Paris means.
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