In recent years I have sometimes found myself in Paris for a few days during the Lenten season. If I was in the fifth arrondissement, I liked to slip by myself into an old church on rue Mouffetard called St Medard. All of a cosmopolitan city was around me, but seated on one of the low chairs inside the church I was allowed to feel like one more lost soul in need of quiet and a bit of solace.
I would like to sit there again.
Photo of St Medard on rue Mouffetard uploaded on Flickr by Montgolfier
3 comments:
Can you go there is your mind any prayers?
I hope you will find what you need, even if not there.
Thank you for your wishes. Here or there.
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