I think that the most charming part of being in Saint-Bresson is the church next door. It is not even functional and is, apparently, open only about once a year when a traveling priest comes to town. Nevertheless, the church bell rings three times a day, every single day. I view it like this: “Even though there’s no priest here, that’s no excuse not to pray.”
So, each day at 8:00 a.m., noon, and 7:00 p.m. the bells ring out loud. They start pretty normal — chime . . . chime . . . chime. Then, they get very loud and very frantic — chime, chime, chime, chime chIME, CHIME, CHIME!!!!
This makes me laugh every single time. By now, I know it’s coming. Nevertheless, I can’t help myself. I chuckle. I hear you, Jesus!