After the horrible fire that’s destroyed much of Notre Dame Cathedral, I’m thankful that I’ve been able to see the cathedral and am noting which cultural sites I’ve put off seeing. I though Notre Dame would always be around. When a building’s been around for centuries, you take their existence for granted. It’s easy to forget that “this too shall pass” applies to everything.
At the top of my list is Chartres Cathedral. I’ve been to Paris and think of visiting Chartres, and wind up postponing it till “next time.”
I’ve never been to Greece and I would like to see their ancient ruins.
At a presentation on writing Historical Fiction at my library, the speaker talked about Scold’s Bridles. In the 16th and 17th centuries women who were guilty of nagging their husbands, spreading malicious gossip and challenging the clergy could be punished by having to wear a scold’s bridle. The idea was to humiliate. Some bridles had little spokes that actually cut into the face or head. These were popular in Scotland.
Note: There were also humiliating punishments for men who were cuckolded. While both punishments seem cruel and unusual, punishing a man who’s wife had an affair seems even more unjust. The thinking seems to have been that scolds and cuckolds were unnatural.