The Mass
The spicy aroma of incense, the solemn notes of the Gregorian chant, and the elegance of the liturgical Latin and formal English evoked the splendor and majesty of the royal family of the “eldest daughter of the church”.
The most thrilling part for me of the already beautiful Mass was receiving Holy Eucharist in the presence of their royal highnesses. That simple act encapsulated why I fell in love with France, once upon a time.
“Saint Louis, King of France, pray for us!” I prayed, as I genuflected and left the church, stepping out into the warm August evening. I look forward to sharing the memory with my children someday.
RIGHT PHOTO: MARY LOU OLSEN
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