Mom and I went our separate ways for a few hours. I wanted to go to the Cluny Museum, which is hard to find in the guidebooks, because it’s actual name is the Musee National du Moyen Age, or the National Museum of the Middle Ages. When Ms. Lyte and I were here in ’83, we stayed in a hotel at the corner of St. Germaine and St. Michel, and could see down into the courtyard, but they were rennovating to create this museum, and we couldn’t go in.
Hands of Saint Therese at the church of Saint-Severin. It’s just amazing the number of huge churches within blocks of each other. You can see this church from the courtyard of Saint Julien le Pauvre. I sat inside the latter and wrote some more. Something about these cathedrals makes me want to write. Maybe it’s the resonance of all the hopes and fears expressed here for hundreds of years.
Mom and I walked back over here later and were surprised to see people going into St.-Severin around 7pm, after it was closed. We went in and were treated to the sound of a choir practicing while we looked around. Lovely!
And then there’s their specialty, the gratin. This one was potatoes, tomatoes and lardons (bacon in…rectangular cubes; do a Google image search if you’re curious) in a creme sauce, with cheese on top. WOW! It’s a good thing we split one!