French Pastry Murder (A Lucy Stone Mystery)
“Her first impression was of the darkness inside and the scent of old dust and burning candles. The medieval cathedral was a sharp contrast to the Community Church in Tinker’s Cove, with its white walls and large clear-glass windows, which allowed worshippers to see the green leaves and blue sky outside. Notre-Dame was dingy and crowded with sightseers, who followed a U-shaped circuit through the huge stone edifice. There were devout worshippers, too, kneeling in the various side chapels.
It seemed very strange to Lucy, who wondered at the immense effort involved in building the cathedral. How did the builders manage it, working in the thirteenth century, before cranes and power tools? she wondered. She thought of the incredibly strong hold faith must have had on medieval minds, faith that required people to create this tribute to Mary when they had so little and their lives were so miserable.
Of course, she thought, pausing before the crowned statue of Mary floating above a sea of fli...ckering candles, they didn’t know how awful their lives were, having nothing to compare them to.MoreLess
It seemed very strange to Lucy, who wondered at the immense effort involved in building the cathedral. How did the builders manage it, working in the thirteenth century, before cranes and power tools? she wondered. She thought of the incredibly strong hold faith must have had on medieval minds, faith that required people to create this tribute to Mary when they had so little and their lives were so miserable.
Of course, she thought, pausing before the crowned statue of Mary floating above a sea of fli...ckering candles, they didn’t know how awful their lives were, having nothing to compare them to.MoreLess
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