|The 15th century Eglise Saint-Eloi in our tiny village, the “stage” for this afternoon’s gospel concert.|
We are off to a gospel concert in the church in our tiny village. We love gospel music. My-Reason-For-Living-In-France has already cautioned me not to have too high expectations.
“They’re all French,” he warned me, “so even if they’re good (for us), they may not measure up to your American standards. Also, remember that ‘group’ probably means eight or ten singers, not that huge number that makes gospel choirs so fantastic in the States.”
We shall see. I am, after all, a good sport.
|A few steps from the church is a monument in the form of an obelesque honoring les morts pour la France.|
Tomorrow I’ll do a “This & That” post and tell you about the success of my gratin last night and the gospel singers today, plus some “this and that” that I’ve been saving for you.
It’s another crisp, sunny day so we’ll walk to the church.
I hope you’re having a lovely Dimanche. A demain, mes très, très, chers amis.