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Trinity, Bourg-en-Bresse and Goddesses

28th July 2022

Mom started cooking, so went for the evening mass in Notre Dame. Then went to Balexert, shopped and came home. Finished watching the Emilia Clarke movie and it was good. Death is not something to be afraid of. It's another dimension we don't completely understand... And that's why it's scary. What is not known, can be intimidating. But the whole cute English countryside was stunning; why do they feel like they want to escape it? Maybe a change in scenery sharpens perspective and makes one realise that only intellectual and spiritual growth can actually bring happiness and contentment. 

29th July 2022
Went for the 12:15pm mass in Trinity chapel and from the first moment I saw this chapel back in 2013, I had wanted to attend a mass here and today that happened, it was beautiful. 
This is how it looks on the outside... like an island with water flowing around it. I call this the island church and this was church number 18. (I'm counting the number of churches we visited on this trip)
Another view of it from the street... 
This is how it looks inside with galaxies on the windows... If you want more pictures of the church do check my post from 2013. 
Lovely day too, started raining and the weather felt good after the hot summer days. Walked to a cafe nearby, Le Fix and I loved it... the look and feel of the place was beautiful. 
The carrot cake was good enough...
The interior filled with and curios and other vintage items... 
The cozy cafe... 
Then came home and cooked rice, mom made mince and potatoes. Saw another movie at night, Meet Joe Black and I loved the lines in the beginning, about falling in love and being wonderfully alive... rapturously alive in love. Here's the line: "I want you to sing with rapture and dance like a Dervish". Felt good to know it... I didn't understand it the first time I saw the movie. Love is incredibly beautiful, but first you've to find it in yourself. 
July 30th 2020
Packed and went to Bourg-en-Bresse, on the spot planning, took about two hours to reach the place... travelled through the countryside.
On the way stopped in Nanuck (I think) a town with a run down church. 
Inside church 19...
The holy spirit on this reading pedestal looks cool...
The exterior of church 19...
Then arrived in ibis, good enough rooms... me and Nam shared this room. The adjoining room was mom and dad's. 
Then drove to the city centre to get something to eat, all the restaurants were closed so found this small place that was selling sandwiches, quiches, and desserts. Picked up a quiche Lorraine and some jambon sandwiches, panini, and cheese pizza. Everything was really good, simple food but good. Then walked to the the Notre Dame church and...
It's huge, and pretty... here's the altar.
Another adjoining altar...
The imposing pipe organ...
Stained glass window...
Candles casting a nice glow...
The exterior of Notre Dame church (church 20)
Then came to the room, took a shower and went to church again to attend Saturday evening mass.
The organ music was soulful, made me feel something deep, was close to tears; picked up a postcard here for 45 cents. 
Came to the room, rested a bit then went to have dinner in a Greek restaurant. It was good food, simple home cooked food. 
I had the grilled aubergine...
Someone had this chicken dish...
I don't remember what this is...
This is beef kebab...
 Some nice chickpea dish...
The Greek restaurant was a nice quaint place, with authentic food. In fact, the man looked a bit offended when my dad requested ketchup, which he didn't have. I like such places, where they value their food, and cook from the heart. Then walked back to ibis, Bourg-en-Bresse is a quite place, roads were empty. Now going to sleep. I wore the black t-shirt that Nam gave, and the neck is a tad bit low, that caused problems with mom and dad. I told them earlier in the Indian subcontinent the women went braless and blouseless, they dressed according to the weather. That made them even more angry. I told them maybe their thinking and their eyes have to change. The body is sacred, if you think it is not, that's something you've to work on. I found that very refreshing here, women would wear all kinds of clothes they were comfortable in. Their nipples would be visible through the sheer cloth, and they were very cool about it. It's part of the human body, why make a big deal about it. They would exude a goddess energy and it felt good to just be. Next day we visited a monastery and then drove to Lyon, stay tuned.

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