"...Yet the hubbub of Paris seemed to die at the edges of that small solitude
where I loved to come and think. The silence around me was like a dwelling in
which the past sought refuge; that inner peace seemed to hold a real feeling of
Romanesque France, of which St. Julian's ancient stones offered a tangible
image... Having come across the little church by accident on one of my walks, I
went back there again and again." "St. Julian the Poor", from Paris, by Julien Green. |