The Masses in Mass

I woke up this morning around 8:30 am, due to the most annoying pigeon I have ever heard. I decided I would get up and watch Easter Mass somewhere. I chose Notre Dame, I figure where better to experience an Easter Mass, than the biggest, most-famous cathedral in Paris. Needless to say, I was not the only one with this idea:


Upon walking inside, I quickly found that there weren't any seats available. In addition, I found that there seemed to be less people attending Easter Mass, then there were tourists wanting to take pictures of Easter Mass. Sweatshirts replaced suits, people held tour books instead of Bibles, and wore cameras around their necks instead of rosaries. It felt weird watching a church service with cameras flashing all around. After the first part of the service ended, I decided I would leave, but first join the crowd and take a few pictures:


I walked back to my neighborhood and tried again at Saint Sulpice, right next to my apartment. This was what I was looking for. The church was filled with French families, no flashes from cameras, and incredible organ music. Although...I may have gotten baptized, not really sure. The leader of the service walked down the aisle dipping a bouquet of palm leaves into a container, flicking the liquid at the audience. Never a dull moment...