Whenever I come to Europe for either work or leisure, I always try to take few days and go back “home” to Langres. We might live in LA and have lived in several major metropolis, I have never forgotten where I come from, the mud sticking on my shoes and the friends I grew up with.

Having to help Tia write a daily journal during her European tour, we took her to Langres cathedral (not a church, a proper Gothic cathedral), took some pictures and get her to experience walking on gourd that is over several centuries old, compared to our Californian home, where anything over 90 years of age is considered antique.

Well, the cathedral is to that old, if you compare it actually to the Roman gate located on the other side of the city, still standing and dated 32 BC that used to be one of my adolescence drinking spot…