June 13, 2013
The front door to Sainte-Chapelle deposits you in the lower chapel, which is, you know, fine. But then, you walk up the stairs to the upper chapel, and it’s almost impossible to stop yourself from gasping.
This place truly can’t be captured in photos. The height and the color and the light all kind of blend together and make your mind seize up until you’re just standing there, mouth slightly agape, eyes glazed over, your brain unable to output anything more advanced than, “oooh, pretty” for a few minutes.
If you go on a sunny day (which you should), the light that filters in through the massive windows stains the floor in constantly-changing patterns. It’s magical.