A good sister falls on his knees, closes her eyes, joins her hands, locks himself in a prayer, insensitive to the cries of joy. A couple of Australians takes selfie, next to two Americans in tears. To the rhythm of the bells of the Saint-Pierre Basilica of Rome which resonate, two boys launch into a frenzied serenade, in the middle of the tens of thousands of faithful massaged on the square. Too bad for the crushed feet of the neighbors, The Catholic people are celebrating.
This Thursday evening, shortly after 6 p.m., white smoke escapes from the Sistine Chapel. The sky has just fallen on the head of a cardinal, chosen, a priori, after four elections – A conclave as short as that of Benoît XVI, in 2005 – by his voters peers to become the spiritual leader of 1.4 billion Catholics.
