tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8319797996494487653.post7183518519921072025..comments2023-12-30T17:31:11.883+00:00Comments on The Solitary Walker: A Tiny Statue Of Saint JamesThe Solitary Walkerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11284354541952038339noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8319797996494487653.post-6289203967626940812011-10-20T17:34:47.682+01:002011-10-20T17:34:47.682+01:00'The belvedere of you.' Oh, I like that. I...'The belvedere of you.' Oh, I like that. I won't tell a soul, Ruth, about your future grandson's name. Promise! The story of Saint-Roch is a wonderful one. Do read up on it if you don't know it already. Despite the Parisian roaches, you seem to have had a memorable time. Thanks so much for your long comment ...<br /><br />And George, my friend ... yes, let's walk on for evermore.The Solitary Walkerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11284354541952038339noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8319797996494487653.post-88584677322249817912011-10-20T13:31:55.608+01:002011-10-20T13:31:55.608+01:00Inspiring photos, Robert, and I especially enjoyed...Inspiring photos, Robert, and I especially enjoyed the link which permitted me to go back and read the 2008 post, "Ultreia." Ultreia, indeed! Walk on, walk further, now and forevermore.Georgehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03959953035812596907noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8319797996494487653.post-8600874569046075732011-10-20T11:00:43.074+01:002011-10-20T11:00:43.074+01:00It’s almost unreal, Robert, this beauty. Your hear...It’s almost unreal, Robert, this beauty. Your heart must have soared every morning from the belvedere of you (what a great word, <i>belvedere</i>).<br /><br />That’s a nifty slideshow that pops up when I click on a cross picture. It’s still a bit hard to see the tiny coquille though.<br /><br />If you promise not to tell, I’ll tell you that one of those names of saints is the name ascribed to my unborn grandson. And the other name is the church in Paris near the awful hotel where my sister and I stayed in 1997 of the same name, Saint-Roch, which still has bullet holes from the French revolution. There was a nickname for the hotel, <i>la roach</i>, but the situation near the <i>eglise</i> made for soothing choir and organ music each evening as we made our way up the stair to our room, weary-legged. Isn’t it wonderful the things that work their way into your heart when you’re tired?<br /><br />OK, that was a long one.Ruthhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14204074161539605133noreply@blogger.com