Magdalene
It was our second attempt to reach the cave of Mary Magdalene. Our first last year stymied by fire risk. Incendie, said the woman behind the desk of the tourist information centre in St Baume, forêt fermé and we’d contented ourselves with the Basilica and her skull - not that of the woman behind the desk, obviously, that of Mary Magdalene encased in gold. I didn’t know it was a temple to her, rather than the place where she resides. We were knocked down by the pagan, naked, scented glorious death of the place where her tomb was found hidden. But it isn’t where she is.
This year we tried…
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