She felt that this was her own church.

It was a hospitable and familiar island in the unexplored ocean of Paris.

Here she could exchange discreet salutations with her neighbors from the different republics of the new world.

She felt nearer to God and the saints when she could hear in the vestibule conversations in her language.
It was, moreover, a sort of salon in which took place the great events of the South American colony.

One day was a wedding with flowers, orchestra and chanting chorals.