Your mouth too.

How can you express something that speaks for itself?

I don't know. I can't tell.

Being inside the the Grand Catherale is a completely different experience from when it first towered over me on a rainy day. You enter the doors leaving the hustle and bustle of crowds outside to quiet your mind, body, spirit and soul.

Your mouth too.

"Shhhhhh!" goes our slightly neurotic tour guide as her dark carrot curled hair dances. "The cathedral took over 200 years to build," she continued shamelessly.

It takes twenty minutes or so to write a blog. If you have a good eye and a decent camera, only a second for a photo. I imagine tributes like these are numbered like the stars of night when it refers to the structure's heritage. From the original designer who never saw it finished, to the generous royals who donated funds. The Alsatian painter who sought to frame the cathedrale with his brush, and the obvious pack of American tourist. And after all of the wars and occupations, artists and tourists, comes the Shameless Vagabond; a camera clutched in hand, and inspiration in his heart.