St. Etienne is rolling in his grave over your lack of charity

A couple of days ago Noemi and I went on a little excursion and saw St. Etienne cathedral. This cathedral is particularly interesting because it's an eclectic mix of a bunch of different architectural styles...and now I don't remember what they all are...but I paid 0.05 euro for a little English brochure, so I can go find out anytime I feel the need to know.

pretty organ!

Here is a tale about how I got yelled at by a French priest while we were here. There was this slot in the wall and a keyhole underneath it, but it looked liked if it had been some sort of little door that it had been plastered shut. While Noemi and I were discussing possibilities of what it could be for, I was touching the little slot and this priest (maybe just a worker at the cathedral? je ne sais pas) was like, "Qu'est-ce que vous cherchez la?" (what are you looking for?) And I said nothing and then he went off about how this isn't America and you can't just something something something (didn't understand what he was saying/I just start tuning French people out when they're upset). I think the slot was for money, and he thought we were going to steal it? Listen French priest, Noemi and I are the last people who'd steal from a Catholic church.We found it kind of amusing.

I think being in France has made me realize just how very much American I am.