Miss Zinnia Sings In A Church In Pouzac, France

by Becky on May 3, 2013 · 2 comments

in Traditions, Travel

So the story is that we stopped in Pouzac, France, a town no one’s ever heard of but its inhabitants. In the distance, an old church beckoned. We feared its doors would be shut and locked. That often happens in small towns.

But we stopped anyway. And got out. And decided to explore a little.

I wandered through the church yard, spent a moment considering the dates on the tombstones in the graveyard.  Then, when I checked the door to the church, surprise:  the latch gave, and I pushed the door open. And stepped inside. Completely empty but for the two votives flickering in the sanctuary.

Miss Zinnia decided to perform a single verse from a church hymn.

Here is how that verse sounded.

(And to whoever left the door to that 16th century church open: Merci.)

Tami Holmes May 3, 2013 at 4:07 pm

Ever so lovely that Millie girl!! Hugs to you all xo

Becky May 3, 2013 at 11:35 pm

It takes lovely singing to know lovely singing! xx

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