This spring, Mark started to develop a fondness for places of worship. In Ottawa, he seemed to be interested in churches—he pointed at them when we walked by, so I took him inside a few times. Notre-Dame Cathedral, in front of “Maman” the spider, seems to be his favourite.
I did visit a few churches with him in Mexico last winter but he didn’t care much back then. I’m not sure why he likes churches now. The colourful stained glass windows, the high ceilings, the atmosphere…?
There are many churches in Nantes and Mark’s goal is apparently to visit them all. He sees the church towers from afar and doesn’t stop whining until we actually step in. Once inside, he takes any brave soul volunteering by the hand—my mum, my grand-mother—and tours around, making appreciative sounds.
“I haven’t stepped into a church since your mum’s Communion!” my atheist grand-mother laughed.
“Is he Baptised?” one of the church’s ladies asked as Mark was trying to peek inside the confessions box. I explained that we weren’t religious but that he was enjoying visiting churches. “Oh, that’s the spirit of Jesus living inside him,” she the church lady nodded appreciatively.
Honestly, I hope not. If we lived in the Bible Belt, I could make a quick buck off Mark by claiming he is a reincarnation, but I doubt “Saint Mark” dances to Bob Marley.
More seriously, I always try to keep an open mind. I don’t believe in a higher power, I’m not religious and neither is Feng but if Mark shows interest in a religion, no matter which one, I don’t have a problem with that.
You can see the complete set of pictures taken in France on Flickr.