About a mount ago, I spent a day in Lourdes. Lourdes is a small town in the south of France. As many of you might know, it’s a place where people go on pilgrimage and for healing.
I knew this, but I never did imagine how what it would be like in reality. This small town is literally crowded by people who have com to pay their respect to the Saint of God and to St Bernadette. Many are ill or disabled.
Lourdes is a town of paradoxes. It’s one of grand religious symbols. On some of the streets, you’ll find a painted blue line that leads you towards the pilgrimage goals, as you can see above. At the same time, it’s a place of fervent commercialism. The streets around the Grotto are literally littered with shops selling tacky sheep stuff, mixing the religious with the profane, and with bad restaurants. In some strange way, the town was both hectic and unhurried at the same time. The ancient meeting the new.
I must say I kind of took to the place. It’s certainly very photogenic. But one day was more the enough.