A week, or so, back, I dragged my husband to an opening night fete (not to be confused with ‘fit’ though that was present also), Portrait of Faith: John Paul II; His Life & Art, showcasing artifacts that were used/touched/adored by God’s representative on Earth, during his visit to the flock in New Orleans 25 years ago (full disclosure: a friend of mine was one of the sponsors).
It was curated at the New Orleans Museum of Art (and coincidentally took place on the first day of the conclave for election of a new Pope except there are no coincidences, which leaves me to believe that maybe I should have been in Rome speeding up the process), but I digress.
It was a lovely affair, full of Sunday Catholics, and Cardinals, and an Archbishop, or two.
I had never been around so many chaste men that drank so much, told off-color jokes, and looked really good in red.
But, then again, I was in blue with a halo hovering above…
|An alter piece,
created from donated jewels and precious metals
from the faithful of New Orleans.
It was seriously gorgeous!
|One of several beautiful bouquets adorning the grand stairs.|
|That’s me, in the back, in the blue-
|New Orleans Museum of Art|