Kenya, I figure that you are one of the youngest here!

It's so nice to have you in the Forum!
I'm one of the oldest (62) and was born also in the old Europe, in Barcelona, not too far from the beautiful Paris. I have such an amazing rembrance while in Paris for some days: I came into Notredame one morning. Organ music was sounding. It was Bach, the Bradenburg Concert that I loved. Inside there was nobody except the organ player and a "clochard" (vagabond). Rays of sun where crossing that beautiful empty cathedral, coming through the high rose-windows. Something was projected from the clochard, that made me come near him and sit a bench behind him. Then I could hear him singing every note of the concert, in a thrilled low voice, full of love and rapture.
The most humble man, touched by the magic of Music, worshipping his love for it, in one of the more extraordinaries places for the worship of God's Love, the Cathedral of Notredame. I'll never forget it.