Sunday morning and I had the abbey's chapel all to myself!
Which of course meant, that as soon as my personal worship service was over, I had to go EXPLORING.
Imagine a mini version of Notre Dame that is all yours without any guided tours, restricted zones, safety rails, or Asians with cameras. :-P
Old school graffiti.
When I entered the chapel's dark bell tower, a pigeon hit me straight in the face. And I don't mean that it flew over my head; I'm talking warmbirdbodyonmycheekfeathersinmymouth flew into my face.And yeah, I fearlessly climbed up that rotting 11th C. ladder to see the bell. No big deal.
Getting down was a bit more of a big deal...
Cool, but kind of sad, too. In the time-space continuum, you are sitting among many sisters! Can you interpret the stained glass for me?
ReplyDeleteI should've had you read the book I got for Christmas, "Sacred Hearts". The nuns were Italian, but it would've come to life while you are there on location.
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