And

the cathedral was not only company for him, it was the universe; nay, more, it was Nature itself.

He never dreamed that there were other hedgerows than the stained-glass windows in perpetual bloom; other shade than that of the stone foliage always budding, loaded with birds in the thickets of Saxon capitals; other mountains than the colossal towers of the church; or other oceans than Paris roaring at their feet.

- from the book

Notre Dame de Paris, 1831

by Victor Hugo,

Notre Dame, Paris

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