When Henry David Thoreau walked into a Catholic church in Montreal, he had to hand it to those Romans, who clearly had something going he had found nowhere else . . .
When Henry David Thoreau walked into a Catholic church in Montreal, he had to hand it to those Romans, who clearly had something going he had found nowhere else . . .
. . . as he told in his A Yankee in Canada. He found size, silence, reverence, none of which he had found In the "almost wholly profane" Protestant churches he knew. He spoke "not . . . only of the rich and splendid" structures such as he and a fellow traveller entered in 1850 as tourists, but of "the humblest of them as well," apart from the magnificence he described.
My wife and I visited Notre Dame during our Paris honeymoon in 1964. We entered the nearly empty cathedral on a Sunday evening during Vespers and were awestruck by the chanting of the choir. It’s a memory thar we won’t outlive.
My wife and I visited Notre Dame during our Paris honeymoon in 1964. We entered the nearly empty cathedral on a Sunday evening during Vespers and were awestruck by the chanting of the choir. It’s a memory thar we won’t outlive.