L'Egalise de la Sacre Nuit

Beneath the roof of the Church of the Sacred Heart, there is silence. It's a rule - no ifs, not buts, no talking. Not even pictures.
All around me, people have made pilgrimage to sit in these pews and light a candle.
And there I was, sitting miserably in the pews. A traumatic break-up the night before and spending time with others are a terrible combination. Even so, I recognised the beauty of Paris. Granted, she is the world-renowned Cite de l'Amor, but how can you feel it if your mind wanders? This was my first evening in Paris.
Regardless, I could still recognise the beauty in the architecture. The motif above me struck a chord, and I remembered the first time I ever strummed a guitar.
The weight of the world seemed lifted from my shoulders, and that was the first time I smiled in France.

To describe the Church of the Sacred Heart as "simply beautiful" would be blasphemous.

Just be careful of the string-men.