When my grandmother was a child she always went with her mother to say prayers to Our Lady of Grace. In the afternoon, people from the neighborhood gathered in the courtyard to recite prayers and have a chat. These newsstands were always loaded with flowers, embroidered candles and tablecloths, rosaries and small photographs to ask for grace for some sick person. I like them because they seem to protect the city and the people who pass by.
Preghiere
