St. Eustache is a church I’ve long loved, and always walk out of with a sore neck because I spend my time there staring at the ceiling. My boyfriend complains that Americans say “amazing” too much, but I have to say, the architecture here is amazing. The thick columns remind me of old trees stretching up to the sky. And I’m lifted up when I walk through them. It makes me want to replace all the chairs with soft mats so we can lie down and stare up, instead of bowing our heads.