The church is interdenominational and a gathering place for expats from around the English-speaking world. Their organ is spectacular and the choir and the young bell-ringer group provide a rich musical experience. If you visit Paris, this church has free concerts every Sunday afternoon. I enjoy attending church services (English or French speaking) in Paris. The sermon was based on the story of the Good Shepherd and reminded us that the Good Shepherd cares for the weakest and neediest of his flock. I think of those I know and love who need spiritual help right now and of those on the street with an empty cup who lack food or shelter.
After the service, I continued to walk in the sunshine along the Seine. The white dome of Sacré Coeur was looking down on the city and the gilding of the Pont Alexandre III shone brightly as I passed. I no longer feel like a tourist in Paris, just a woman walking home from church. On the Boulevard Saint Germain, I stopped for une salade sucrée salée and un verre de chablis at A la Dauphine near the Assemblée Nationale. Sitting at a table in the sunshine with my chablis, quelle joie!
I passed a vide-grenier (empty your attic sale) on Boulevard Raspail earlier on the bus so I headed up there to check it out. Clothes, household items, old books, toys...Last year, I bought a Quimper bonbon dish at the vide-grenier held on rue Auguste Comte but I am a year older and my mother is in the process of downsizing so I just enjoy looking at the goods and watching the people.
|Empty your attic|
Last year, when my dad was in the hospital, I called my mother on Skype every day at 4:00 pm Paris time. I pay for a version of Skype that I use on my computer to call Mum on her telephone. She knows that the "unknown" caller at 7:00 am is me. This year, when Dad has recently passed away, I continue to call her. She is feeling the loss of her partner of 62 years and the uncertainty of having to move to a small apartment and to give up so many of the belongings that she has treasured. My sister is coming to help her move some furniture and mum is dreading it. It is the first time in her adult life that she has lived in a home without Dad. Their anniversary is this week and my sister will be on her way to meet me in Europe. Daughter has been entrusted with a bottle of champagne to toast her grandparents on the day. Our conversation today was brief and sad.
|Mum and Dad were meant to be together|
It's time for Visible Monday. I try to take at least one picture of myself on Photobooth on my computer to send. I can only do head shots when I am alone. This week, it will be my new hairstyle. As no new Mr. Selfridge has arrived, I will read my book, Dreaming in French by Alice Kaplan. What a great Sunday!