Place Malherbe
18th-century fountain topped with an obelisque
18th-century fountain topped with an obelisque
Although St. Maximin-la-Baume quite place, this roundabout was the hub around which local lads sported their whining two-stoke scooters or their parents' car.
Behind me were a few shady terrace cafes, but I prefer a bench under a tree.
Here I can relax and watch the world without the interruption of a waiter.
A bench is a democratic place.
I shared my lunch break with three Arab men eating ice cream,
an older woman with hennaed hair and a panting pekinese
whose lolling tongue was reminiscent of a proboscis.
Behind me were a few shady terrace cafes, but I prefer a bench under a tree.
Here I can relax and watch the world without the interruption of a waiter.
A bench is a democratic place.
I shared my lunch break with three Arab men eating ice cream,
an older woman with hennaed hair and a panting pekinese
whose lolling tongue was reminiscent of a proboscis.
Earlier, at the cathedral, I asked a reluctant priest to bless the water I had collected.
I had filled a vial with the rather scuzzy water from the holy water font by the west door.
I had filled a vial with the rather scuzzy water from the holy water font by the west door.
Sometimes I feel a bit squeamish dipping my fingers into this unknown solution to bless myself.
I try not to think of all the fingers which have preceded me over the centuries.
And sometimes I do consider them and I feel a humble connection
with the dirt and sweat and germs of all humanity.
I try not to think of all the fingers which have preceded me over the centuries.
And sometimes I do consider them and I feel a humble connection
with the dirt and sweat and germs of all humanity.
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