I am in the south, where people eat grits. They really do.
I am in a town called “Nákatish”, Louisiana, although it is spelled, Natchitoches. It really is.
There is a lovely Minor Basilica here, of the Immaculate Conception.
This used to be the cathedral of a diocese that was suppressed in 1910, though it is still a titular diocese.
The basilica’s umbraculum, one of the important symbols of its status.
Note the altar cards on the side altar. This is a clue as to the way things are done here.
Here is a memorial stone.
The old seminary has been preserved.
I am giving a series of talks here as part of a parish retreat. My first talk was tonight. I spoke about “Active Participation: a matter of life and death”. I was asked to speak on matters liturgical. On Thursday we are to have a Solemn Mass in the Extraordinary Form. It will be the first Solemn Mass here nearly 50 years.
The young priests I am meeting here are great. The people of Nakatish are very fortunate.
A view of the basilica this evening after the first talk.