I posted this on my Facebook a little while ago, but thought some of you non-facebookers might like it too. Today I am off to the beach (again). Whee! Life is good!
I love Sundays. (In France). For one thing, it’s a day to honor my homeboy Jesus. Today I went to one of Rennes’ cathedrals, this one I believe is called St. Saveur. It lived up to every expectation you would have of an old, catholic cathedral- huge dome ceilings with gold leafed paint, roman pillars and Latin inscriptions, altar boys and acolytes. I didn’t understand all of the mass (understood a great deal of it though ;)), but what I didn’t understand I felt from the resonating beauty of the choir and the faces of very old French Catholics around me. When I stepped outside the sun was shining brightly and I walked around town a bit. And this is why I love Sundays in France. People just like to wander around --- look in shop windows to see what is on sale, sit on a bench and enjoy the sunlight or watch kids tear through the open square around L’Opera on their scooters. A lot of people were out on bicycles. I actually feel like it is a day of rest. Sometimes in the US I feel like Sundays are the days I have the most to do. But here, when the sun is shining and old women in orthopedic shoes and three year old girls in pigtails can wander down the same cobblestone streets I feel happy to be a witness. And so it is at peace that I can begin the homework that has traditionally marked Sunday as a sort of dreaded, doomed day. As long as I have my cappuccino and pain aux raisins.