“Behold at a sign from heaven, because it comes from the Sun itself, those thousand churches trembling all at once. At first a faint tinkling passes from church to church...see how, all of a sudden, at the same moment, there rises from each steeple as it were a column of sound, a cloud of harmony. At first the vibration of each bell rises straight, pure, and in a manner separate from that of the others, into the splendid morning sky; then swelling by degrees, they blend, melt, intermingle, and amalgamate into a magnificent concert...this sea of harmony, however, is not chaos... This is truly an opera well worth listening to...In this case the city sings....Say if you know anything in the world more rich, more joyful, more golden, more overwhelming than that tumult of bells, than that furnace of music, than those ten thousand voices of bronze singing all at once from flutes of stone three hundred feet high, than that city which has become an orchestra, than that symphony which roars like a storm.” Church BellsNotre Dame De ParisThe Hunchback Of Notre DameSunrise Over Paris Author:Victor Hugo