Singing in Notre Dame was the singularly most incredible moment of my life. The stained glass and stone angels behind Dr. Copeland’s head as we performed made God’s presence so much more real. When I returned to Notre Dame later in the week, I realized how priviledged we were to have seen the back rooms and basements of the ancient cathedral.
Traipsing around Paris armed only with four semesters of mediocre French classes leaves room for unforeseen adventure. My favorite dining event was on the way to Sacre’ Couer. We stopped in LeBazaar Café and had the most convoluted conversation while trying to order two pizzas from a man who only spoke French and Spanish. Luckily, we were all patient and good-humored!