Notre Dame cathedral in Paris has caught fire. The spire has collapsed.
I'm a dyed in the wool atheist, but I've visited Notre Dame every time I've been in Paris. So beautiful. The first time I was there it was evening, I was jet-lagged and it was full of singing and incense and there was this sense of what I can only describe as magic. I understood, for a moment, the pull of the ritual even if I don't accept the existence of the god.