Overlooking the Halles neighbourhood, in Paris’ city centre, Saint Eustache instantly surprises. For two reasons. First of all, its architecture, which seems over a thousand years old, contrasts with the contemporary surrounding buildings. Then, if one really pays attention, only one of its bell towers touches the sky. The other was never built. In a capital were all the churches are well polished, this unfinished construction stands out. Imperfect, then, Saint Eustache could only be closer to men. Its motto? “Everybody is welcome, comes who wants to.” The tone is set. On its benches, the homeless can seek refuge and are given food. The church is a place were charity is a total must.
Its embryonic facade hides another great treasure. Gothic, romanesque or even Renaissance: the eclectic origins of Saint Eustache make it an open-minded church. Its artistic tastes are a proof of this. Between it walls: Rubens, Santo Di Ti and Keith Haring. Without blushing, the church exhibits a tryptic by the gay avant-garde American artist, dead of Aids, that left his mark on the 80′s New-York cultural melting pot. Outstanding curator and famous concert organiser, Saint Eustache has it all and easily overshadows fellow churches. Each week, a colourful crowd, of believers and non-believers alike, gather for a visit.The imperfect saint is always full of life. It is a place of faith, but not only. It is also the symbol of an enlightened church. Enough to seduce Cire Trudon. And you too. Without the shadow of a doubt.