The Panthéon is a vast, near-empty stone hall on the hill above the Latin Quarter, with a brass ball swinging on a long wire under its dome. Light falls almost only from the round opening at the top. The floor below is bare: a few statues, no pews, no altar. Léon Foucault hung the first pendulum here in 1851 to show that the earth turns. Steps lead down to a crypt where Voltaire, Rousseau, Zola and Marie Curie lie among the country's honoured dead.
The building was finished as a church in 1790 and turned into a tomb for the nation's dead a year later. Louis XV had ordered it after recovering from a serious illness, and Jacques-Germain Soufflot designed it to be full of light; the Revolution wanted a solemn hall instead, so thirty-eight of the forty-two windows were walled up. What you walk into is far darker than the building Soufflot drew. It swapped between church and national tomb for most of the next century, until Victor Hugo's funeral in 1885 settled it. Nobody has worshipped here since.