Ste Chappel [5/5]
On the way back from Morocco, I stopped again in Paris. Wandering around one afternoon, I decided I wanted to return to Ste Chappel. I had hoped to take Kit there, but she had gone back to London, and didn't have the time to visit Paris again. I remembered the first time I went to the small chapel. I knew that it was known for its stained glass windows, but when I entered the building, I couldn't figure out where to find them. I almost left before I saw the narrow stairwells flanking the door.

This time I knew exactly where I was going. I spent little time on the ground floor, and climbed immediately to the second floor, the domain of royalty. The first time I had gone in the winter. Now, in the early fall, the sun emerged from the clouds, and the windows burst into color, more vibrant than I had ever seen them.