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Rocamadour, France
 

This is the beautiful small French town of Rocamadour. It is on the Alzou river, a tributary of the Dordogne.
    Rocamadour is on three levels: the small town on the lowest level, a collection of shrines and monastic buildings above them, and a chateau at the top. It has been a pilgrimage destination for centuries, and is on a spur of the Pilgrimage route knpwn as the Way of St James.
    The origins of the sanctuary are described in very ancient and not entirely convincing legends. It is said a that in 1166 a body was found at the location on the left below. The local Benedictines announced that this was none other than St Zaccheus, the tax collector mentioned in Luke (19 1 – 10). He was claimed to be the husband of St Veronica, who wiped the face of Jesus. Following persecution, He and Veronica fled, and were guided to Southern France by an angel. After the death of Veronica, he became a hermit, known locally as St Amadour. (Rocamadour – the lover of rocks.) The legend first appeared in the 12th century, and has been much embroidered since then. Amadour was said to have visited Rome, and witnessed the martyrdom of Peter and Paul.

  On the right below is the the shrine of Amadour, desecrated by Hugeunots but later restored.




   The main draw for pilgrims was not, and is not, the shrine but the statue of the Black Madonna in the chapel of Notre Dame. It is said to have miraculous properties, resulting in many cures. Here is the chapel and the Madonna: the statue is currently rather over-dressed, and I have included a photograph from elsewhere to give an idea of its appearance.



Black Madonnas are a curious tradition. There are over a thousand around the world, and many in France. There is even one in England, in the unlikely location of Willesden, a borough of London: ‘Our Lady of Willesden’. Why black? In some places, it is to represent local ethnicity; in other cases, it is the result of the dark material it was made from, or the accumulation of grime and candle smoke. The Madonna at Rocamadour is said to have been carved by Amadour himself, or even by St Luke, who asked him to take it to France. The best guess at dating puts it to the ninth to the twelfth century.
   More views of the shrines, half way up that hill. To reach them involves climbing over 220 stairs, which should be done on your knees. (They have now installed a lift, and, shamefully, that was the route we took). Another curious relic is said to be the sword of Roland, known as the Durandal. At his death, Roland passed the sword to St Michael, who hurled it from high up in the Pyrenees. It hit the cliff at Rocmadour, and can still be seen near the entrance to the Notre Dame chapel.


The sword of Roland,
chained to the cliff.



Above the area of the shrines a zig-zag path leads up to the chateau. At every turn is a small building contaning a Station of the Cross.

Finally, back down to the small town for a welcome lunch.


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Churches of Suffolk

Monte Cassino

Chapel of the Holy Sepulchre, Winchester Cathedral

the Holy Land

Derbyshire Churches

Assisi

Cologne and Aachen.





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Umbria - is it really Giotto?

 Fake or Fortune

 


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