Musical itch

Trip Start Jul 19, 2009
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Trip End Oct 25, 2010


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Sunday, May 25, 2008

Bernadette sings in our local choir, Chorale de la Bachellerie.
We were kindly invited to a concert in the St. Nicolas church of Chatres, about 12 kilometers from here.
The village is not much to speak of, but the view is spectacular, as it's on top of a fairly high hill, you have a panoramic view of miles of beautiful countryside.
The only building worth mentioning is the church, I'll have to look up it's history.

Churches make me feel uneasy. Being curious, I visit them anyway, keeping an eye on the door for, no matter how vast inside, I immediately get claustrophobic.
I try to grasp a sense of holiness, spirituality, but the sacred statues look forbidding and I avert my eyes from Jesus on a cross, the musty air seems unwholesome. But it's the shuffling and whispering that make me want to run and shout as to break the oppressive spell.
Luckily, this church is light and warm (2 blue gaz fires), surprisingly pleasant inside.

The Chorale de la Bachellerie charmingly sing their way through six old pieces,  'Luci care, luci belle'  and the likes.
Well done, I'd say, though certainly no expert. They were then pushed of the chancel by a more professional lot, 5 women, 4 men and an inspired conductor - like a puppet-on-a-string, arms and legs all over the place. Apparently some hot shot from Paris.
The lady singers kept moving in on him, closer and closer, faces in adoration, mouths opening and closing like goldfish in a bowl.
It was rather alarming, I was starting to feel sorry for the man.
On second thoughts, piranhas may be more accurate.

Obviously, I was by now getting off track, losing concentration, moving about, starting to itch, sighing - as one does.
Peter wouldn't scratch my back.  'Wait for the applause,'  he hissed.
Why? Who would notice anyway?

Later, over well deserved drinks and hors d'oeuvre, Peter got talking to a lady who had been sitting behind us in church.
She politely inquired after his poor wife's itching problem.
 
I don't know how he puts up with me......
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