If I don’t write about our last day, perhaps a part of us will remain forever in Paris, and so I’ve delayed this entry. But time travels on, doesn’t it?
On Monday morning, October 18th, we rode the metro from Les Halles station to St. Michel-Notre Dame. From there we walked the short distance to the Palace of Justice where Sainte-Chappelle is located. Because of its location within the walled yard of a government building, security seemed extra tight. The scanning was akin to airport security with belts, all metal, and cell phones needing to be removed before walking through the scanner. Day bags were also scanned, just as at the airport. Once through security, we walked back outside and toward the exquisite chapel.
Sainte-Chappelle (or “Holy Chapel”) was started by King Louis IX in the early part of the 13th century to house holy relics of Christ. It was completed in 1248. It served as both a royal chapel, and a place where the holy relics were kept and exhibited once a year. Though it has been damaged by fire and flood, by the French Revolution and the ravages of modern pollution, it is a wondrous monument to faith and to the beauty mankind can create. In the upper chapel especially, the mood was hushed with awe and reverence as we all gazed at the glorious windows.
From Sainte Chappelle, we strolled outside, through the courtyard, and toward the Seine. We walked across the bridge to the Left Bank, then down the steps. We’d decided to take a cruise.
After our cruise, we parted for a few hours. My husband strolled over to the Musée de l’Armee and a visit to Napoleon’s tomb, while I roamed through the narrow streets and small shops of the city’s Left Bank.
In the late afternoon, we met back in our comfortable apartment on Rue St. Honoré, and dined at home on quiche and ham. A quiet evening, our last night in Paris.