Two years ago I was in northern Italy on business and my host took us to Turin on a Sat evening for dinner. I was quite shocked at how large the city was, esp the downtown area. The church that holds the shroud is in the downtown area and was well lit during that evening. As we walked by the church, I had an amazing feeling rush over me - I’ll never forget it!
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