Here’s how this week’s arts and culture column begins:
For years I’d heard of the charm and beauty of San Miguel de Allende, a small Spanish colonial city a few hours north of Mexico City. At long last, partly at the urging of certain people in my circle that I should “take a vacation,” I went.
The weather was perfect: 80 degrees or so, sunny, and with a breeze. My hotel featured an inner courtyard overgrown with vines and copa de oro flowers, a bubbling stone fountain, and a room with high ceilings, tiled floors, and wood-shuttered windows.
The rooftop terrace overlooked jacaranda trees in full bloom and the warm pink spire of Parroquia de San Miguel Arcángel, the cathedral around which the life of the city revolves.
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“Somehow this seemed emblematic of the Church itself: gloriously triumphant, but ever-precarious.”
I love this sentence.
Kate
Yes! Thank you, Kate!
Next time in town, come along on a tour to understand so much more. For instance, that image of Jesus is in the St. Francis church and is when he falls for the third time in the crucifixion story. That is who you prat to right before your death as it is right before his. For example, if 5 candles are lit there are 5 people in town that day who won’t make it through the day. They’ve had a loved one come light a candle before the image to help in their transition.
Thank you so much for weighing in, Joseph. I think I understood what I was experiencing pretty well. All the best with your tour services, and I do hope to visit beautiful San Miguel again.
Meanwhile, I have even made a YouTube reflecting on why I myself am not much of a travel tour person!
Thank you! dearest Heather for sharing San Miguel de Allende! I read every word at least three times! Divine!
Bless you, Glenda, and thank you!