June 17

Image of grocery store.

It was the first of many we would dip in and out of but in one way the cathedral in Ferrara which had been consecrated early in the 12^th century featuring a mixture of Renaissance and Gothic styles was to be remembered for the special woman among a smattering of worshipers who knelt in reverence to the words spoken five rows in from of where I sat. Richard and I had quietly entered and sat down at the back of the sanctuary to take in the architecture and its adornments. I had been careful to hide my naked shoulder with a scarf that I had bought in Granada two years ago. Many cathedrals, basilicas and churches in Europe place a guard at the door preventing anyone who is not properly dressed from entering. I had no intention of offending anyone. It amazed me but probably shouldn't that services around the world are similar. We have a ceremony at St. John's in Northfield where a prayer is given and then parisionars shake hands and pass the peace by wishing everyone with in reach in about 100 second time peace of the lord. Its nice. One of my favorite parts of a Sunday Morning service.