A damp, grey and wind battered day welcomed us into Reims. We intended to stop here, but the only suitable tie up place seemed outside of any security. It looked unwelcoming. Aside from that, I could hardly move with a stiff back, so we decided to keep going.
Not the brightest of churches. I was eager to have a look inside, but the doors were locked. It wasn't long ago I found churches a sad place to be - somewhere to contemplate those gone. I always light a candle for a few people, especially those who were taken too soon - but now I feel more positive in churches, akin to the circle of life of which I'm part of - now I just feel lucky that I'm able to light candles for others.
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