Paris in the winter (contd)

My dear Friends
Both the Rodin and the Henry Moore exhibitions were great-Rodin had the edge on spirituality, with a fine bust of The Kiss and John the Baptist. I felt that Henry Moore's figures were strange and rather lifeless. But it kept me busy for quite a while until I wandered outside to have a coffee and a little walk.

I came across a nice American Jewish lady who was a Quaker and cared a lot about Peace. Her son, who was with her lived in Toulouse, my favourite French city because of the light. They call it 'La ville rose.'After this conversation I headed for Monmartre and Sacre Coeur.

I got out at Pigalle, where Edith Piaf was reputed to have been born in the street. Not a very nice neighbourhood by night, it was very lively and interesting by day and I had a good walk along the shops, stopping now and then to have coffee in one of the nice coffee shops. Then I turned left and could see the dome of Sacre Coeur rising above the landscape and the place milling with tourists and pilgrims. I felt lazy and took the funicular lift to almost the top. Inside a Mass was going on-I had been earlier in the day but shook hands with a bunch of folk and said Shalom at the peace. I prayed a while and walked all around, sitting from time to time in one of the side chapels.

To be continued
Shalom from
Sister Gila