The Grotto

There is often the look of an angel on the Devil himself – old Irish expression.

When a statue of the Virgin Mary in a Lourdes grotto outside a small village in rural Ireland begins to move, the countryside is plunged into a fever of religious mania. Thousands ― the faithful, the sceptical, the merely curious ― flock to Loughermore every night to see Our Lady smile, open her eyes, hover or shed tears, but not everybody leaves the grotto in the throes of religious ecstasy; after experiencing ...