Notre Dame

The other day I was hoping to go to a museum and forgot to check before I went that it would be opened and, this being Monday, it was not so, since I was close to Notre Dame, I walked in that direction from behind it, along the Seine for a different point of view.

From a distance.

This statue on the bridge is done by the same artist who did the statue of Christ in Rio de Janeiro. It is Saint Genivieve, the patron saint of Paris.

There are two boats on the Seine below Notre Dame which are restaurants. I’m thinking it would be a good place for a drink while you gaze at the cathedral.

The sun shining through some columns on the front of the church.

Let me tell you something strange. One night when we were in Ibiza I was standing in the bedroom looking out the window when I started smelling cat pee-s smell you can always immediately identify. I had been seeing a lot of wild cats about and Maurice and his daughter were standing out on the terrace with the door wide open and I thought a cat had gotten in and made its way to the bedroom. I thought maybe it had gone under the bed as the odor was strongest there. Then that night I awoke out of a deep sleep and my pillow reeked of cat pee and I thought, “Dang, I’m going to have to wash my hair in the morning”. I turned the pillow over and went back to sleep. In the morning the smell was gone. I asked Maurice and his daughter if they smelled anything and even put the pillow up to their noses and mine and there was no odor. They both looked at me like I was a little nuts and said that maybe I had dreamed it but I know I hadn’t. On the way home I was thinking maybe my cat, who was suffering from kidney disease, would be dead when we go home and that the smell had been a sign of this. However, he was fine when we got home. As you know, we had to put him to sleep which was a few weeks after this. I’m wondering now if it was a sign to take him to a vet, that his end was near and maybe I would have saved him a bit of pain in the end. I’ll never know but now I’m thinking it was indeed some sort of sign. Today Maurice said twice, “I smell cat pee!” Maybe we are being haunted a bit. By the way, thank you everyone who wrote to me with your comments about Elliot. It was greatly appreciated.

3 thoughts to “Notre Dame”

  1. Aw, I missed your post about your cat. My sympathies. I had to put my cat to sleep about three weeks ago–found out he had FIV even though he had tested negative at the shelter where I got him. I just wish I had known it a little earlier so I could have ended his suffering sooner. He was only 8. Anyway, it’s tough. The house seems so empty. But I know from losing my first cat years ago that the happy memories eventually overcome the sad ones.

  2. You’re right, that is strange, and your ideas would make some sense out of it all. Also, I think sometimes some scents get into our brains and “reappear”.

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