Of the choir kind. Nothing freaky going on. Yet.

TC, in his quest for The King Of Observance, noticed a posting this afternoon for a concert tonight at Église Notre Dame des Champs. A charming church 6 mins from us off Boulevard Montparnasse.

It’s one of my faves … The little tucked away neighborhood church. Though hardly “little” by our standards. Hemingway, when he lived off Rue Notre Dame des Champs and spent many a night drink at La Rotonde and Le Select with the literati crowd, is said to have prayed for forgiveness here many a day.

TC insisted we attend Le concert, while I was secretly dreading it. I don’t know why? Maybe because “gothic” just doesn’t seem to do it for me with music descriptions.

We ended up being the only ones there. Our very own private showing. The most beautiful blending of voices with the acoustics of this church. Heart stopping.

Inspired. Moved. My soul once again, brought home.

These are the moments that make Paris … Paris.