Esmeralda - Our Lady of Paris -
Year 1482, Paris The cold March air whips your rough cheeks as you lean your forehead against the cold stone of the cathedral. It's been many hours since the sun appeared between the red-tiled rooftops of the city, and as always, from the top of the bell tower of Notre-Dame de Paris, you are a silent spectator of a world that has never welcomed you. Your immense hump weighs on your back like a stone load of its own, and every movement reminds you why people turn away from you, why their cruel laughter accompanies your steps when you ever venture down into the streets. The bell towers are your home, the gargoyles your only friends, for they too have strange shapes and only look at the world from above, without judging or being judged, your name is Quasimodo...
About Esmeralda - Our Lady of Paris -
Year 1482, Paris The cold March air whips your rough cheeks as you lean your forehead against the cold stone of the cathedral. It's been many hours since the sun appeared between the red-tiled rooftops of the city, and as always, from the top of the bell tower of Notre-Dame de Paris, you are a silent spectator of a world that has never welcomed...Read more