window. “Is Notre Dame burning?” she asked.
The patch of flickering orange on the roof made
no sense. I’m sure they’ll put it out soon, I mut-
tered. Moments later we saw the flames shoot
up the wooden spire and engulf it.
E
VERYONE IN FRANCE REMEMBERS
where they were when Notre Dame
burned that April night—in that
way, though no one died, it’s like
9/11. Bernard Hermann, a retired
photographer, was in his garret on the Place du
Petit Pont, facing the cathedral. A book of his,
called Paris, km 00 —on French maps, distances
are measured from a zero point in front of Notre
Dame—consists of photographs taken from his
windows. “The drama of Notre Dame was for
me the end of the world,” Hermann said. “I was
thunderstruck. I closed the curtains.”
Jean-Michel Leniaud, a historian of architec-
ture, was at a reception at the Palace of Versailles.
He rushed back to Paris and watched the drama.
“People were crying. People were praying. People
were kneeling in the street,” he said.
Six miles to the west, Faycal Aït Saïd, who now
operates the crane that towers over the wounded
cathedral, was finishing his shift on an even
taller crane, building a new office tower. Alone
in the sky at 425 feet, he saw the giant plume of
smoke on the horizon, beginning to drift west.
By the time Marie-Hélène Didier, the culture
ministry conservator responsible for Notre
Dame, got through the firefighters’ perimeter,
most of the precious artifacts had already been
extracted and placed in the yard. “It looked like
a big flea market,” she said. Late that night, she
escorted some of the treasures in a city van to
a vault at the Hôtel de Ville. The linen tunic of
St. Louis, the 13th-century king and crusader,
was on Didier’s lap. Next to her, her boss held
the Crown of Thorns.
President Emmanuel Macron was at the Élysée
Palace, where he had just recorded a televised
national address for that evening responding
to the “yellow vests”—the protest movement
against his government. He canceled the speech
and rushed to the cathedral. Notre Dame is “our
history, our literature, our imagination ... the epi-
center of our life,” he said, speaking into the TV
cameras. “This cathedral, we will rebuild it, all
of us together.”
Dorothée Chaoui-Derieux, a conservator who
oversees archaeological digs in Paris, read the
news on Twitter as she made dinner for her three
children. She’d never taken them to Notre Dame,
she realized. It didn’t occur to her that she’d be
spending nearly every day for the next two years
in the empty cathedral, sifting through debris—
what she calls vestiges—that Notre Dame itself
would become an archaeological site.
As the church was still burning, TV networks
offered talking heads. “Stupidly, I stayed in front
of the TV, even though I live in Paris and should
have gone to see it,” said Philippe Gourmain,
a forestry expert. With rising fury, he heard
Sourcing the stones and wood
Île de la Cité was an important center of city life when construc-
tion began on Notre Dame in the 12th century. Back then, stone
came from quarries that now lie beneath modern Paris. For
today’s renovation, limestone of similar geologic composition
is being quarried in Oise and Aisne, while centuries-old trees
are being felled in the Bercé Forest and elsewhere in France.
City extent
Limestone
quarry
12th-century Paris
Paris
City extent
today
Se
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Île de la Cité
2 km
2 mi
Paris
FRANCE
Bercé
Forest
Seine
R.
OISE AISNE
ROSEMARY WARDLEY, NGM STAFF. SOURCE: INSPECTION GÉNÉRALE DES CARRIÈRES NOTRE DAME AFTER THE FIRE 49