Notre Dame on fire, personal sorrows
On a personal note, my mother has been saying for years that she wanted to visit Paris. Now I feel guilty for not arranging a trip with her earlier.
(Also, Notre Dame was the very first place I visited in Paris when I was there last December. I took the RER from the airport, got to the street level, turned a corner, and there was Notre Dame in all its splendor.)
A personal instance for a relaxing time.