Sainte Chapelle, Paris, France: And you know, in Paris, they had to wait (and wait) for the light, hoping for a wind to knock the clouds away, completely giving up in December and January, hanging in for plenty of miserable days in April, even May, but someone planned, expecting that the light would return, that there would be a sunny Sunday when it would gleam bright alchemy. Here is my oldest question: Is that religious faith or is it art? Is religious faith the same as the dream of sharing beauty? And where did it get them, the old craftsmen?
ab chaos iter: you get educated by traveling 