CarrollBlog 7.2
In the hillside town where the novelist Romain Rolland lived and died is a church that contains the bones (or so they say) of Mary Magdalene. The church is giant and ominous but the town is beautiful. On one of the narrow streets leading up to the church is a small store selling photographs and postcards of the town, the church, other things. They are very good, so I buy several postcard size prints. The man behind the counter says he took all of the pictures for sale there. After adding up the cost, he very carefully and with an end flourish autographs each one I have chosen to buy. That makes me smile. It's such a universal desire to want to put our names, our marks, on the things we create.
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