Travel

My lunchtime travel.
To another place. Another time.
And an o so alien mindset.

The Capuchin Almanach.
Today was 1968.
No barricades, petrol bombs, CRS, a Quartier Latin on fire, adrenaline and anarchy and sex and blind faith in a future not yet written.

Not in the Capuchin, oh no.
But a pretty decent shot of the Pope disembarking from a PanAm flight in Istanbul.
And a scenic stone bridge in country Leitrim.
And ads for clerical wear.
And my favourite section.

Memorable masses.