Sacre Coeur - beautiful climb. Ever onwards - ever higher to the tall white fortress. My champion after wearily making my way through the ghettos. Such loveliness I was not prepared for. You took me by surprise. The air changed as I reached your steps - infinite masters adorn your belly - your expanses holding filtered light. Through windows painted - taking shapes of holier beings than I - humbly enter. Artists wandering through the crowds - one found me today. Oh where he has gone and how I long to see what he has seen - to feel his craft in every city beheld. I was his choice today - tomorrow a next. Freely he drew what was perceived to be my likeness. Said I had no lover and I feebly attempted to persuade him otherwise. Apparently my lips were not swollen with the colors that passion brings. Guilty as charged - I am a loner. A common language between us - I freely spoke - though voice was not needed for him to see innocence posing before his artist's strokes. I sit here now - waiting for her to come - the one I can share this with. She is my confidant. My keeper and friend - her ears take in all of what I say and seeps into the heart. There is no possibility of facade. It was a good day today - I beheld what I most longed to see. In experiencing this tourist destination I witnessed the arts in four forms - experiencing him as I always have before.
