Pro sacerdote vel laico
O Mater pietatis et misericordiae, beatissima Virgo Maria, ego miser et indignus peccator ad te confugio toto corde et affectu; et precor pietatem tuam, ut, sicut dulcissimo Filio tuo in Cruce pendenti astitisti, ita et mihi, misero peccatori, et sacerdotibus omnibus, hic et in tota sancta Ecclesia hodie offerentibus, clementer adsistere digneris, ut, tua gratia adiuti, dignam et acceptabilem hostiam in conspectu summae et individuae Trinitatis offerre valeamus. Amen.
Today I spent quite some time in the famous chapel on the Rue du Bac. I had quite a list of things and people.
A visit to the chapel of the Congregation of the Missions was not lacking. There we venerated the holy remains of St. Vincent de Paul.
To feed the body as well as the soul there was nothing to do but go to the vast épicerie of the Bon Marche also in the rue du Bac. Aisle after aisle of exquisite things. There are little snack bars within, specialising in regional or material items. Just a few moments to get a sense of the visual impact.
Lunch was found and we fended off death by starvation.
We also made a visit to the vast hulk of a place called Saint-Sulpice.
This church is getting more than a little shabby. It needs serious maintenance and cleaning. However grotty it is right now, the organ is not. They were tuning it while we were in there. Great organists such as Widor and Dupre played here.
Charles Baudelaire said of the place: “Le merveilleux nous envelope et nous abreuve comme l’atmosphère mais nous ne le voyons pas.”
Now I must ask: What’s wrong with this picture?
Here is something very cool.
When I was in Rome I mentioned that churches were sometimes the locations of astronomical clocks. The build was turned into a “camera” which could project an image of the sun through a tiny hole in the wall or ceiling onto a meridian line which indicated noon at different days of the year as the sun “moved” through its analemma. Saint-Sulpice has an astronomical gnomon (the meridian line on the floor and wall) which helps to identify the date of Easter.
Here is the inscription. Note that the section which mentions the involvement of the King has been chisled out. This is technically called a damnatio memoriae, whereby it is sought to eradicate the memory of certain people. It was a common technique, along with invective and beheading long before the National Schismatic Reporter came along.
If there are churches and prayers, there also have to be food photos.
We were at a place just up the street from where we are staying. I have had my eye on it for days, since I have that inner antenna that seems to find good places. However, since we are also really tired, I thought it might be nice simply to feel along the wall for a short way to the hotel door.
To start: Onion soup.
I think I shall ever associate onion soup with Michael Voris, at whose home I have been a guest a couple times for nice meals. Michael is a real gentleman. I was there a couple years back now, for Christmas I believe. He and some of his staff (two of whom met through my internet work years ago and then married) made onion soup. The soup was tremendously good, but the making of the soup was so… pervasive in the house, that I literally had to get my suit dry-cleaned the next day. Yum. But… whew. Tonight’s, all of the bonus and none of the onus.
Fois gras. There is a nice savoury chutney by it. That other stuff… the green stuff… I’ve seen it before, too.
I had Boeuf Bourgignon. It was exactly how I wanted it to be and three heads and shoulders higher than the stuff I had the other night.
I am now inspired to make BB when I get home and invite a couple priest friends.
Yes, there was more bread nearby.
I helped out with some chicken that came with black truffle mashed potatoes. It was a sacrifice.
That bottle in the background is a 1993 Graves.
10 yr Calvados. You can… I could at least… taste the apples.
Now, I am back in my room, for compline and then some worrying and praying for some friends who are in a tight spot right now.