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ity had kept us all night in church, seduced by
               the Russian service’s pomp, by the song’s beau-
               ty, by the strange types of this multitude which
               went up to the altar praying for the Tsar, like an
               army marching to conquests. All night long….’,
               and ‘the pale flock of monks,’ as the poet notes,
               ‘standing under the dying light of the candles,
               had chanted to the vigils without one being able
               to read on these mystical faces any concerns oth-
               er than those of heaven. We went to bed at dawn
               and early we were awakened by the sound of
               bells’ (De Vogüé 1894, 327).
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               an exceptional observation of a ritual he initially
               perceives to be the enthronement of the new ab-
               bot of Saint Panteleimon. However, he soon real-  Figure 5: François Augiéras (1925-1971), portrait taken
               izes it is, in fact, a funeral procession for a caloy-  in 1954, Eyzies de Tayac, France (Augiéras 1994, 9);
               er he had observed succumbing to illness in the   © Fata Morgana Publisher
               monastic hospital. He describes the scene with
               evocative detail: ‘The bells [which] rang out in   ly evident in religious rituals, which serve as a
               slow volleys, a procession of monks, their heads   backdrop for olfactory descriptions.
               covered with the mourning veil while holding    On the 18th of August 1956, Augiéras
               candles in their hands, lay down on the square   wrote: ‘The chapel shone with a thousand lights.
               chanting sad litanies. All these pomps have a fu-  Among the monks, I saw children aged 13 to 14,
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               neral character at Athos’  (De Vogüé 1894, 329).  dressed in black robes, with long girly hair, with
                                                           wild and gentle looks. The monks sang, burned
               What about fragrances?                      incense, the children lit the candles, only to ex- Perceptions of a ‘Journey to the Past’ in Some Viatical Stories at Mount Athos
                                                           tinguish them almost immediately, and relight
               The representation of perfumes and olfactory   them among the songs: they were playing in Par-
               experiences in travel literature is notably sparse.   adise, they were angels and prophets among the
               However, examining the correspondence be-   seraphim and the constellations. Then they be-
               tween the writer François Augiéras (1925–1971,   gan  to recite the litanies  of the  Saints, of  the
               fig. 5) and his friend Paul Placet (1928–2023) re-  martyrs of the beginnings of Christianity, those
               veals a significant shift. This shift is particular-  of the children tortured under Tiberius, under
               37   ‘ la curiosité nous avait retenu toute la nuit à l’église, sé-  Nero, flogged to death, burned alive. More songs
                   duit par la pompe de l’office russe, par la beauté du chant,   of incredible sweetness, heartbreaking melan-
                   par les types étranges de cette multitude qui montait à l’au-
                   tel en priant pour le tsar, comme une armée marchant à des   choly, cries of joy, love, sobs, and sometimes the
                   conquêtes. Toute la nuit, ‘le pâle troupeau des moines »,   murmur of voluptuousness. My turn came to
                   comme dit le poète, debout sous la clarté mourante des ci-
                   erges, avait psalmodié les vigiles sans qu’on eût pu lire sur   be praised; I bowed in silence and breathed in
                   ces faces mystiques d’autres soucis que ceux du ciel. Nous   the pungent scent of incense. Some old monks
                   nous étions couchés à l’aube et de bonne heure nous fûmes   looked like my uncle’  (Augiéras 1994, 21–22).
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                   réveillés par le son des cloches.’
               38   ‘les cloches [qui] s’ébranlèrent à lentes volées, une proces-  39   ‘La chapelle brillait de mille feux. Parmi les moines, je vis
                   sion de moines, la tête couverte du voile de deuil en tenant   des enfants de 13 à 14 ans, vêtus de robes noires, aux longs
                   des cierges à la main, s’allongea sur le parvis en psalmodi-  cheveux de filles, aux regards sauvages et doux. Les moines
                   ant de tristes litanies. Toutes ces pompes ont un caractère   chantaient, encensaient les enfants allumaient les chan-
                   funèbre à l’Athos.’                         delles, pour les éteindre presque aussitôt, et les rallumer
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