Notre Dame du Travail

Brought the car in for service and they kept it for several days. During the walk to work got some thinking in, which the book needed, but no pages written (which the book needs even more).

I have a new scene. The epilogue was a little weak to start with. But I was poking around at Atlas Obscura and I found this place. It's the steampunk church. Inside, it looks like a cross between a small European church and the Chicago "L." Same exposed trusswork -- same architect -- as the sadly-demolished Les Halles marketplace.

It was built just following the 1900 exhibition for the laborers who built that exhibition. It is a working-man's church. There's a local church here, the Julia Morgan, which was done in the Craftsman style of local woods to feel comfortable to the farmers of the congregation, people who had raised a few barns themselves. This church is the same idea, but a space that steelworkers would find a familiar space.

So I'm finally getting my "chevaliers de sangreal" moment. She can sit in the pew in this fantastic little church and think about what Jonathan Huxley was actually trying to say, how under his little scavenger hunt was a real secret.

But I'm still on the fence about going into the catacombs. It's over done, that's what it is.