I didn’t know how much I admired that centuries old building.
I wouldn’t have predicted how sad I would feel to see it aflame.
I wasn’t interested in reading Victor Hugo.
I didn’t truly appreciate how fortunate I was to have visited a cathedral and lit a candle for my father in an edifice more than 800 years old.
I approached antiquities with the false knowledge that they would always be there.
I couldn’t have predicted how annoyed I would get hearing “Notre Dame is their World Trade Center.” Nope, doesn’t compare. One was centuries old, the other less than 30 years-old. One was a religious icon, the other a symbol of financial dominance. One was presumably an accident, the other was intentional murder. Do I have to continue?
I wouldn’t have considered how effortlessly the Catholic Church could repair the physical damages because of the tremendous wealth (~$30 billion) they possess.
I might not have wondered if there is some sort of cruel justice for all of the victims of clergy sexual abuse.
I had no haste to visit Paris, but now I really want to get back there again. Vite.
DelSo 
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