My friend Coralie, who lives in Geneva, is making a visit to her hometown of Paris.  She asked me what places in Paris I would visit if I went back there, and I said that I would very much like to see again the unicorn tapestries at the Musée de Cluny.  This morning I got a message from her and the photo above sent from her iPhone as she was standing in the presence of the tapestries.

It's not the same as being there myself, of course, and no photograph can do justice to the deep colors of the tapestry threads and the texture of their woven surfaces . . . but I still feel as though I'm seeing them again through my friend's eyes, in something very close to real time.

It's a kind of miracle, isn't it — like the survival of the tapestries themselves?

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