Every morning I cycle by Saint Michael’s church on saint Urbain. It is my daily ritual to talk with my patron saint. I used to live on Waverly street and I was baptized at Saint Michael’s. As a child I remember being fascinated by the enormous stained glass windows and the statue of the Franciscan Monk with a skull at his feet. I recently stopped in for a visit and say a prayer. It was a welcome home coming. These pictures were taken this past summer when the light was particularly beautiful.