Montreal Memories

January 6, 2018 - Joel's Journal - Vol. 3 - Entry #6

(short one today)

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Today (Saturday) was a busy day. M and I had a lot of catching up to do around the house, and several errands to run, one of which was to IKEA. 

Now, I love IKEA. I know a lot of people think that it’s like the threshold of hell, but I just don’t see it. 

Anyway, all of that stuff doesn’t make for very interesting story time, and frankly, I’m exhausted from the day, so I just wanted to write a bit about our recent trip to Montreal, something I haven’t done yet. 

Specifically, I want to talk about Notre Dame. 


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It was my second time inside the ancient building, but the effect the interior has on a person was not lessened in the slightest. 

After paying your fee at a small glassed-in booth, you step through a thin doorway, and immediately the white glow of natural light disappears and your eyes are veiled with shadows as they adjust to the glowing candlelight inside. 

A long expanse of pews lay out in a series of rows that stretch far toward the large, pointed alter at the front.

A collage of purple light, carved marble and ornate wood stretches high to the ceiling. The statues adorning the expanse of wall all standing in their own, purple-lit cubicle. 

It’s difficult to describe the impact, and the sight as it just seems to take over your eyes. There’s simply too much to look at all at once. 

Sitting down and trying your best to take it all in is the best way to go. Besides, M and I were freezing from standing in the line outside and needed the time to warm up a little. 

Leaning back in the wooden pew, a sense of awe washes over you. It pushes at your eyes as all the visuals attempt to grab your attention at once. 

We spent nearly an hour inside, warming up, and walking around the large interior, taking in the stained glass windows, the massive organ that dominates the back wall, and the glowing shelves of candles, each of them lit by patrons, a prayer for a loved one. 

If you’re ever in Montreal, this is definitely a must-see. 

 

-J.J.W. 

Joel Wittnebel