After the Pentecost Mass, which we crashed with @descampsdavid for various reasons. I quite liked it, perhaps because I was still slighty drunk after a glass of Orval (for genetical reasons, I’m drunk really fast with the slightest amount of alcohol, but at soon I have reached that buzzed plateau, I can go on for liters and liters of various alcoholic beverages without much trouble), but mostly because the music was gorgeous, with a mad organist doing his best to improvise some incredible erotico-horrific giallo soundtrack but mastering Bach too, and a good choir compensating for the plastic garden chairs and the almost reformed nudity of the walls of the cathedral. If I were able to take communion, I would also have beneficiated from a plenary indulgence.