Twilight is often overshadowed by the more dramatic spectacle put on by sunsets, but to me there is no more magical a time than when the remnants of day are all but gone, and the last rays of a vanished sun illuminate the night sky a blanket of brilliant sapphire. Whereas the beauty of sunsets leave me in awe, twilight nudges me into a state of ponder and thought. The night I visited the Sacré Cœur, on the hilltop of Montmartre high above Paris, hymns from the choir echoed throughout the basilica. I was entranced by the music. As I wandered aimlessly past pillars and chapels, the feeling of peace brought on by the voices and powerful yet graceful architecture left me quite reluctant to leave. Unfortunately, an early dinner reservation at a bistro across town eventually pulled me away. But as I stepped outside the basilica doors and was greeted by the twilight sky and the view of Paris below I remember being overwhelmed by the moment. I myself am not nearly gifted enough as a writer to describe the feeling in words, but I think I captured a tiny piece of it in this photograph.
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