I hesitated a bit over the headline for this post. I wouldn't want to appear to be enjoying a moment of Schadenfreude at the expense of the afflicted, especially as I am afflicted myself at the moment. But really, who can resist the thought of floodwaters receding on l'avenue du Paradis and pompiers having to wash river muck out of the sanctuaries of the famous pilgrimage site?
I recently watched the film "Lourdes" with Sylvie Testud. It delves as deep as a positivist is likely to get in understanding this very curious cult of the miraculous.