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An icy rain whips the windows decorated with stained glass of a private mansion in the Invalides district, rue Barbet-de-Jouy, in Paris (VIIe). It’s dark: it’s barely 7:30 a.m. on Tuesday. Behind the purple carriage entrance, in the hall, a subdued light illuminates a crucifix. Here and there, a few icons and a painting representing a man in a cassock. The staircase creaks. The master of the place makes his appearance: it is the Archbishop of Paris, Monsignor Laurent Ulrich.