We came back from the Loire Valley late last night, so I haven’t had much of a chance to do anything. I’m still completely wiped out, so it’ll be a little while before I can update everyone on our weekend – which was crazy, exhausting, and so much fun. I’ve never had so much amazing wine or seen so many chateaus! It’s a lovely little place.
I did want to share one thing, though. Normally I’m woken up by the sound of my phone’s really obnoxious alarm clock, reminding me that it’s way too early for normal people to be alive, and thus time to go to class. Sometimes the church bells chime in, but they’re a little unreliable.
However, last night I elected not to set an alarm as I have no real plans today and I’m in desperate need of catching up on sleep. I got to experience a whole new, amazing alarm clock – the sound of mass at St. John’s, right next door and directly outside my window. Laying in bed listening to bells tolling over and over as people file in, the organ playing the first few chords of a hymn, and dozens of people singing all created the most perfect Sunday morning alarm clock. The monks chanting is somehow beautiful and sad, heartwrenching in a way – and while I can often hear them on a Tuesday afternoon, the accompaniment of organs and bells really adds a poignant sense of poetry and grandeur to the scene. I’m often convinced that I’ve been transported back in time to medieval Paris, where monks stroll the streets and church bells keep the time.
Needless to say, I’m not planning on coming home any time soon!