Инстаграм @overmansteven Steven Overman
It is Good Friday. In the 16th century Gothic St Eustache, every lamp, every statue, is shrouded in blood red, commemorating our grief at the death of Light and Love, the assassination of God. The effect is creepy, dramatic, and provokes quiet contemplation of profound loss. To grieve is human. 💔
It is like gazing upon the one you have known and loved your whole life, the ache of seeing her so wounded, so terribly badly hurt, and yet, like civilisation itself and the best qualities of it, standing proud and glorious in the warm spring sun. It is like seeing her anew, encountering her majesty and glory as if for the first time, and falling in love all over again. #notredame ❤️🇫🇷
I’m joyfully heading home to London for some meetings, love, and peace of mind. Paris has been incredible. Like its people, it is gorgeously exasperating. And truly at its best when you’re leaving it. (Said Marie Antoinette, for whom things might also have turned out a bit better in London.) ❤️🇬🇧
My croque madame tour of Paris continues. Grilled cheese and ham with gooey broiled béchamel and a fried egg. Sometimes built on toasted levain or sourdough, this version is a serious contender cushioned instead upon thick fluffy brioche. A bubbling hot landscape of all the essential food groups.