Can't now remember--would have to check our trip diary--which of the churches it was in Brittany where the local saint's head was kept in a reliquary in the dusty little sanctuary. It took me a few minutes with the French language guide pamphlet to figure out exactly where the sanctuary was, as the door to it was closed and not identified in any way, and Loie and I took a few more minutes finding the reliquary in all the jumble of stuff.

But the interesting thing was that our traveling companions wouldn't go in to see it. They just flatly--though of course politely--refused. It was odd, given that they'd been enthusiastic about everything else we'd dragged them through, even the long night in the smoky pub with Jimit and Pete G. Guess not everyone is into disembodied heads.