Mass in Belgium

This morning, being a Sunday, we went to Mass. Yesterday, Mummy found a church with a Mass in French, at ten thirty. At about ten o'clock, we walked out of the door and down the street, heading towards a promising looking steeple. When we arrived there was a small group of people in a courtyard, in front of the church door. A lady wearing a yellow coat walked up to us and asked us if we were here for the Mass, and we said, well, yes we were. The lady showed us inside and introduced us to the priest. Within five minutes we had managed to talk a bit in French, a bit in English and a bit in Italian, without batting an eyelash! It was very amusing. The Mass was absolutely lovely, with a guitarist and bongos and two other choir members, a total of four choir members. The music was incredible, and everyone sang, unlike in Todi where only the chior members sing. The Mass was really good and I understood almost everything that was said (thanks to the predictability of Mass and context). The church itself was lovely, although it looked as if at one point it had been in a fire. After Mass, before processing out, the priest made sure to shake our hands and give us a smile. We headed out a different door and out into the street, to discuss how much we had understood of the parable of the seeds and the homily. All in all, an absolutely beautiful Mass.
Ciao,
Florence