It was a very emotional challenge to read the last words of Joan of Arc or I should say Jeanne d'Arc. It seems callous in a way to use the anglicized version of her name when she loved France so dearly and was persecuted so horrifically by the English. It is easy to read her life as if it were a fairytale of sorts but it is incredible to think that this young woman actually existed, that places in France remain to this day which were important to her.
|Joan's birthplace is now a museum. The village church where she attended Mass is on the right behind the trees.|
Now it is time for something a little different. Le Mort d'Arthur read in reverential memory of Edward Burne-Jones.