Of Gastropods and Spirituality . . .

Just a few pieces down, at the end of September, some photos were posted from the small town of Rue near the bay of the Somme River. From that excursion the other day, the church in Rue had some interesting details . . . This first one particularly caught my eye because thanks to Mrs Slug, who presents The Adventures of Mr Slug and Friends, my perspective on mollusks, and especially gastropods, has totally changed. I smile now when I see slugs and snails about, even if I know that in their wicked hearts they are dreaming of eating our lettuce. But they can't help that, it is in their nature. And if you read a few of Mrs Slug's back posts, you will see what lovable, adorable invertebrates they really can be. For some reason la Grenouille giggled when she saw this medieval carving of a snail . . . (hmm, I could go for some snails in hot butter and garlic sauce with toasted baguette to soak up the sauce with . . .)
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There were a number of visitors in the church that afternoon, but it would appear that they had all made the mistake of looking directly at Medusa . . .
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This stately woman was holding up a headless (or as the Saj would say : 'eadless), armless baby for all the world to see . . .
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I rather suspect that it was this guilty looking fellow who made off with the baby's head, he's got it in his hands . . .
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A passerby was appalled by all these awful deeds going on . . .

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While a quiet conversation was taking place in the soft filtered light coming in through stained glass . . .

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