I’m not sure the exact date, but it was the month of July when my then wife-to-be Claudine and I climbed the 400 steps of Notre-Dame, only to be startled by the sudden (very) loud ringing of the Parisian cathedral’s bells.
Just a few months later, back in our native eastern France, other bells would be ringing just for us. That day I know by heart: November 10, 1953.
