People are still sleeping and dreaming in the street....
We went to Notre Dame today where behind the great studded doors of the cathedral.....
Jesus wants 4 Euros to allow you into his treasury....
where little golden bishops dream in their little golden houses....
and the jeweled crowns made by the most talented craftsmen are artfully lit....
and scraps of bone are venerated with silent effiges
gold and diamonds for a few fingernail clippings....
What can you do but stand by the river and wonder.....who decides who dreams in the streets?