St. Therese, the Merci Lady, greeted us as we entered the church. We both lit a candle and wandered a bit.
I paid my respects to my favorite saint, St. Jacques, the patron saint of pilgrims everywhere.
The interior of this old stone church was icy cold! How do people sit through Mass here?
The open door drew us back out into the sunny afternoon....
as did the lure of a beer on the terrace at Le President.