While I was in graduate school, I spent a spring doing research in the French city of Colmar. That Easter Sunday was particularly meaningful, the first I had spent worshipping in a medieval church or in a language other than English. But then came Easter Monday, which was memorable for a different reason: everything in town was still closed.
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