Post by KG on Apr 15, 2019 21:56:32 GMT
Via: The RBL Paris Branch:
The RBL Paris Branch is shocked to see the fire in Notre Dame Cathedral. We have been holding Remembrance Services every year in the Cathedral since 1919. Our thoughts go out to the Cathedral Staff, the Archbishop of Paris, and the firefighters. This is so upsetting to see.
I have worked closely with the Paris branch and assisted to ensure initially the red ensign and then an actual
MN Standard were presented and took part in the services at Notre Dame and other events.
Sad day.
Keith.
Notre-Dame cathedral: Firefighters tackle blaze in Paris: LINK
Fire chiefs say blaze ravaging Notre Dame cathedral: LINK
La beauté comme horizon
" and however, so beautiful that is, O Notre-Dame,
Paris so dressed in its flame dress,
It's only from the top of your tours.
When we went down everything is metamorphosis,
Everything sagging and turns off, nothing grandiose,
No more, except you, that we always admire.
For the angels of the sky, from the reflection of their wings,
Crimson of your black walls solemn shadows,
And the Lord lives in you.
World of poetry, in this world of prose,
In your view, we feel beaten to the heart something;
We are pious and full of faith! " " " "
Théophile Gautier.
The RBL Paris Branch is shocked to see the fire in Notre Dame Cathedral. We have been holding Remembrance Services every year in the Cathedral since 1919. Our thoughts go out to the Cathedral Staff, the Archbishop of Paris, and the firefighters. This is so upsetting to see.
I have worked closely with the Paris branch and assisted to ensure initially the red ensign and then an actual
MN Standard were presented and took part in the services at Notre Dame and other events.
Sad day.
Keith.
Notre-Dame cathedral: Firefighters tackle blaze in Paris: LINK
Fire chiefs say blaze ravaging Notre Dame cathedral: LINK
La beauté comme horizon
" and however, so beautiful that is, O Notre-Dame,
Paris so dressed in its flame dress,
It's only from the top of your tours.
When we went down everything is metamorphosis,
Everything sagging and turns off, nothing grandiose,
No more, except you, that we always admire.
For the angels of the sky, from the reflection of their wings,
Crimson of your black walls solemn shadows,
And the Lord lives in you.
World of poetry, in this world of prose,
In your view, we feel beaten to the heart something;
We are pious and full of faith! " " " "
Théophile Gautier.
