Slice of America - Abroad
I was visiting the Notre Dame Cathedral a few years ago, when I
noticed a niche in one of the massive walls. Lit up like a shadow
box, in an average sized office dwarfed by its surroundings, sat a
priest-garbed figure behind a desk. Not sure if this was all real, I
looked to the side of the office and saw a freestanding sign with
"Office" and "Office Hours" posted with an arrow pointing to the
office.
I looked at the priest and wandered closer, smiling at this surreal
scene. "C'mere", the priest said, in an unexpected Bronx accent. I
grinned at him and came there.
"Is this for real?"
"Sure", he said, sucking hard on a cigarette.
So we chatted awhile. He told me I was not allowed to take a picture
of his office; something about rules. I teased him, asking if he was
in the witness protection program. He acquiesced and I took the
picture.
Dixie
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