A few weeks ago, before work deadlines started supernova-ing, I popped over to Paris for a weekend. It wasn’t as glamorous and fashion-bloggy as that sounds, but we did go to the most gorgeous church. Sainte-Chapelle is just around a few corners from Notre Dame, on Île de la Cité, and I think it’s rather more beautiful. It’s a church after my own heart – vast windows divided up by heraldic patterning and lashings of gold paint.
You enter into the lower chapel, pictured above (I realise that means this post is upside-down). The ceiling is criss-crossed with gold vaulting and speckled with fleurs-de-lis. It is a miniaturized preview of what is to come up the narrow stairs.
The light pours in through the soaring elongated windows, made iridescent by rare 13th century stained glass. Sainte-Chapelle seems to be made up of light and colour and pattern, not walls.
It is jewel-like, stunning.
And because this wouldn’t be a blog post about Paris without some boasting, here are some photos of our adventures: