As soon as we entered the church, we were greeted with the familiar smell of incense and with the sense of peace that only being in a place of worship can provide. We unknowingly timed our arrival for moments before mass started and were able to experience part of the service. Although the mass was being said in French, it felt familiar, which, was a surprise.
I did my best to capture the beauty of the church in photos, but, I am no professional. I did manage to leave with a few favorites, however.
I guess Barbie will just have to plan a return trip; I'm sure she would be willing to make the sacrifice.
Up next: The Moulin Rouge!