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October 15, 2008


Oui! I wait with 'bated breath (honestly) for the next two. (I did the violin thing above the grave of Seabury during those long nine years there. And I still do, 'though I am no longer "there".)

Blessings and thanks...


I've always loved churches and cathedrals. Their histories fascinate me. This one sounds beautiful. There is something serene about such places; I always feel calmed and grounded after a visit, even though I'm not religious at all. I think it might be the sheer beauty and peace of cathedrals along with the reverence people around me display that give me such a sense a well being.

I'd vaguely heard of this cathedral but your descriptions of it amaze me, that Canada, and naturally Quebec has such a magnificent church. This sounds as awesome as many I've visited in Italy and Germany. Like Kaycie, I'm not religious but appreciate them for their awe-inspiring architecture, history, beauty and sacredness. The native saint surprises me. J's photos are gorgeous!

I particularly love your last paragraph - there is a story there somewhere.

Correct me if I am wrong, but wasn't St. Anne's birth of Maria a virgin birth also? I am looking forward to your other 2 pilgrimages.

Thank you for sharing this.

I'm particularly struck by the attention to local detail and environment in this cathedral - so many of our public buildings today seem so indifferent to such things, even taking pride in their rather sterile abstractions.

Sounds like a cathedral worth traveling hours to see.

There's a Church of the Blessed Keteri about forty miles from here, in a central PA farm valley. Apparently her sanctification is still pending.

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