The Door

My tour-guide-turned-friend, Elissa, visited me last weekend.  She's literally the only person whose eyes don't glaze when I talk about the French Revolution, (Well, hers and Micah's.),  so it was not unlike a therapy weekend.

Elissa's husband, Matt, took this when we were in Paris in March.  The instant we saw this nun, steps in front of us as we approached Notre Dame (behind the gates to the right), we all knew this would be a remarkable photograph.  Thanks for sharing it with me, Traveling Pears.