Today I’ve cried quite a lot. And for once it wasn’t over something stupid and insignificant.
Today I cried for France and I cried for the people there who have lost something so important to their history and to the city of Paris. I cried for the Notre Dame Cathedral that went up in flames today and for everything lost in the fire that to my knowledge will burn for days more due to the rubble of the roof that caved in.
But I’m glad not every thing was destroyed, I believe that fire fighters were able to recover some of what the Cathedral held. The two towers in the front are still intact as well, the bells they hold still secure. I’m so extremely happy that, as far as I know, no one was seriously injured or died, that at the very least this fire was after Notre Dame closed and everyone left.
Today I cried. I cried for France, for Paris, and for all the people who lost an important part of their history today. A part of history they will never be able to recover.