Letters to the Editor: Sharing memories of Lourdes
Madam – Reading nearly every day about the ongoing Pistorius case, my mind was cast back to another rude-sounding name, which in itself was funny. In 1991, my young wife was diagnosed with cancer (and only given three months to live).
We were given the present of a trip to Lourdes by a benefactor. It was our first pilgrimage and, of course, we knew no French.
I went down to the Grotto on my own on arriving at our hotel. I needed to get to the toilets badly when I arrived at the Lourdes demesne, but was too embarrassed to ask for toilets as I did not know the word for same. On arriving at a sign that said Piscines, I thought I am on the pig's back now, but when I saw the queue I was totally dismayed, as there were literally hundreds queuing, women on one side and men on the other.