An icy rain whips the windows decorated with stained glass of a private mansion in the Invalides district, rue Barbet-de-Jouy, in Paris (VIIe).
It's dark: it's barely 7:30 a.m. on Tuesday.
Behind the purple carriage entrance, in the hall, a subdued light illuminates a crucifix.
Here and there, a few icons and a painting representing a man in a cassock.
The staircase creaks.
The master of the place makes his appearance: it is the Archbishop of Paris, Monsignor Laurent Ulrich.
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