Today is Ash Wednesday and so it was time to go to Mass. I don’t think I’ve been before in France – I’m guessing work meant I always missed it.
So today was my first experience of getting ashed in France while the priest (Père Noel) said:
Souviens-toi que tu es poussière et que tu retourneras en poussière
Turns out French cendres are quite a lot lighter than their U.K. equivalent- so much so that you can hardly make out the white splodge on the top of my head.
I’ve had worse.
Thrown to (the) Lyon 