It was a late morning when we started Christmas Day in Paris by going to Notre Dame – I had hoped somehow to attend service there but was too late to meet up with Anthony and the family. It would have marked a long time since I’d even been if ever. In any case, the sun was out – hallelujah! – and the cold, brisk wind lessened a bit, especially after crossing the Seine and walking the empty streets of St Germain des Pres. I can only think of a few better ways to spend Christmas morning.