I grew up in a medieval part of Auxerre, in a house nestled between two churches. To the south, Saint Pierre’s church, and to the north, Saint Étienne’s cathedral. You could say I was raised in its shadow.
This cathedral is a sumptuous, gothic monument, only a few feet shorter than Notre Dame in Paris. You can spot its tower from miles around, because at 200 feet in height, it’s this medieval town’s only skyscraper.
And it’s 800 years old.
And it doesn’t care if the calendar reads 2016. It rings its bells like it’s 1216.