Page 248: We were in the Middle Ages, drinking wine from the salty marshes of the Camargue...in the company of two atheists and a collection of sculpted granite saints.

From page 248 of the book--

I laughed and ate more of the cheese and some of the sausages from Arles.


Sausages in Arles market

Shanzenbach moved us along, carrying a couple bottles of Listel wine made in the Camargue, on the Mediterranean shore, and steered us into a 14th-century church.   



Interior, Church of St. Trophime, Arles

There we were afforded absolute silence and near refrigerator coolness in the midst of a town full of parties and singing and dancing.   We sat in the back. Shanzenbach opened the wine, dispensing it in tiny paper cups stolen from Mr. Fourbiere of Arles. We were in the Middle Ages, drinking wine from the salty marshes of the Camargue, celebrating a Papal ritual in support of the Great Schism, in the company of two atheists and a collection of sculpted granite saints.



the salty marshes of the Camargue

The Great Schism of 1378–1417.  Rival popes had seats in Rome and in Avignon.
The election of Pope Martin V during the Council of Constance 1414–17 put an end to it.

 

 

Photo Credits:
1. Sausages in open air market, courtesy of Dimitrios Dalagiorgos.
2. Listel wine, courtesy of Vranken-Pommery Monopole, Berlin.
3. St Trophime, courtesy of Wikipedia.
4. The Camargue, courtesy of Alamy/PCL, Manchester Guardian.