“’…Benedicamus domino,’” finished Father, smiling at me. The group laughed.
“W-what is this?” I asked, amused but perplexed.
“A very clever Catholic Englishman wrote that,” Jennifer explained, grinning. “A man named Hilaire Belloc.”
“A mere Englishman,” said Josef teasingly, winking at Jennifer.
“A genius!” exclaimed Father, laughing.
As we walked together through the old streets, a strange, giddy feeling came over me. I looked up at the tall, grave Christoph walking beside me and returned his smile.
I began to feel younger, for some reason.
Lighter than air, actually
Left photo by Harry Stevens, Aachen, Germany
Above photo by Harry Stevens
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