I could not begin to capture how beautiful the Mother of God's face was
in this underground small hidden chapel, near the tomb
of St. Willibrord, in his crypt.
It reminded me very much of the Elizabeth Goudge comment about one
of her characters, a boy, who, in the times that the Catholics were
persecuted, came across a hidden underground chapel
and saw a beautiful statue of the Mother of God
and for the rest of his life,
it was the hidden centre and axis of his life.