



Majestically different from the rest Notre – Dames
of your life, a differentiating ‘du Haut’
will point out the prevailing character of the place.
A genius loci mastered by a genius mind.
And the building, as having sailed here
in order to acquire the best view of the sunset,
is dedicated to pilgrimage.
The long journey of a great moral significance.
The treasure hunt.
Only a statue of the Virgin - rescued from the ruins of WWII -
few minimal crosses & the handwriting of Le Corbusier,
forming the name ‘Marie’ on the windows
reveal the identity of the building.
The rest lie at your will.
They hide behind the wooden squares
for confession, they remain silent
waiting for you to lift your head up and then down, again.
Strolling down the hill, with their
freshly ironed, white collars, carrying the little book of faith,
the nuns will signal the end of the day.
You will wave goodbye from the open window,
& they will wave back,
as you are both heading for your happy-hour cocktails.
As if the building, was never around.























