Rolling French hills, a bit of mist to give them mystery and fresh, pure spring air. The perfect setting for our pilgrimage! 

Excited steps leading us downhill to the hotel. The thought of going uphill on the last day wasn’t going to dampen the mood. 

The sanctuary and the joy our approaching steps brought.

The sun showing up as we walked the grotto of Lourdes.

A first session at the grotto. Quiet. Stirring. Loving.

Feeling my photo mojo coming back

Remembering mum every step of the way and wishing she was there. Somewhere along the walk, the wish turned to a feeling of having her beside me. 

Great Guinness, better conversation.

A rosary like mums. Just hope to use it as often.