I walked from Paris to Chartres a few years ago with my 12 year old son. It was tough. Every day we had Latin Mass with beautiful chant. I was exhausted and could hardly concentrate , yet every time I was moved to tears by the beauty of it all. Joy and sadness. Sadness about what we have thrown out, unthinkingly
I walked from Paris to Chartres a few years ago with my 12 year old son. It was tough. Every day we had Latin Mass with beautiful chant. I was exhausted and could hardly concentrate , yet every time I was moved to tears by the beauty of it all. Joy and sadness. Sadness about what we have thrown out, unthinkingly