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Oct 2018
The monks pressed wine for the Pope in Avignon.
The Vatican drank fizzy water.
We tasted hand-squeezed orange juice
and eclairs for our petit-dejeuner.
Breakfast at Mas Vieux was a spiritual affair.
Transubstantiation of goat cheese and bread.
Here, the spirit thrives on mortar and stone.
Ancient walls as thick as oaks.
No town lies in sight: the isolation of prayer.
Old Farm grows a bumper crop of transient souls.
They crunch the gravel, find a body called home.
"Mas Vieux" is French for "Old Farm" or "Old Farmhouse". It started as a 13th-century monastery and has been transformed into a lovely bed-and-breakfast inn. "Petit-dejeuner" means breakfast. And at one time in the 14th and 15th centuries, the Catholic Church had two popes, one in Avignon, France; one in the Vatican in Rome.
Arlice W Davenport
Written by
Arlice W Davenport  M/Kansas
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