lyon, revisited

the cathedrial was full of old french people singing hymns, we pass a line of folks waiting for their turn at the confessional. The stairs leading to the crypt bears a sign saying “be quiet” in 4 different languages. We go down and see some folks trying to shush their baby who keeps chirping like a bird. Each little noise it makes echos off the stone walls. Babys are always being fussy at funerals. I remember how when my grandmother died these kids kept making noise and laughing during the service. An adult sushed them up at some point. I remember my mother saying how she liked it how kids made noise at things like that and how it made her remember that life was still gonig on.