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01 December 2012 @ 10:02 pm
An on-line conversation reminded me of going to see the mummies of St. Michel, when I was going to the University of Bordeaux in 1971; corpses naturally mummified by properties of the soil around the gothic church of St. Michel down near the waterfront in Bordeaux. At the time they were (and had since the nineteenth century) been "on display" in the crypt beneath the church's bell-tower; a French friend took me down this winding little stair to a gloomy, earth-smelling vault with a single naked 70-watt bulb blearing overhead from the middle of the groined ceiling. And there were the mummies - not in glass cases as they'd have been in the US, but just sort of hanging on the stone wall with wires, gray as if made of dust. Some still had their eyes; on others you could see the sword-wounds that killed them. I remember one detached pair of arms hung up by their elbows.

It was certainly one of the weirder things I've seen in my life (along with the bone-chapels under the Monastery of the Capuchins in Rome - another tale in itself). I read on-line today that the mummies have been buried in another cemetery somewhere, and the crypt closed; better, I suppose, if one thinks that the dead are miffed by total strangers gawping at their corpses for a hundred years.

On the home-front, Cat Drama has been allieviated by closing the door in the middle of the house to separate Rocky and Polly; not an ideal solution, but at least until I get those Comfort Zone plug-ins to dose the whole place in calming pheromones (so the story goes). I want to take them both by their tails and dunk them up and down in the toilet (while singing, "Give Peace a Chance.") (Wretched beasts).
Gwynedd: Defaultbatwrangler on December 2nd, 2012 10:19 am (UTC)
About the Comfort Zone plug-ins: I've been using the dog-equivalent collars on the advice of a Puli breeder who swears by her plug-ins, but I hesitate to use the plug-ins myself because reviews seem to indicate that they short-circuit, melt, and catch on fire a lot. The collars, by the way, do seem to help.
handwornhandworn on December 19th, 2012 11:36 pm (UTC)
I'd personally rather people remember me, even if it's only to gawp at my remains.