It's hardly religious to expose her thus to temptation, in a cave on the banks of a river--it smacks of nymphs and dryads.

It would have been more gallant, more pious, more romantic, more in keeping with the customs of this country, to shut her up in St.Clara's, like a new Eloise, in order to visit and console her from time to time." "I neither can nor should pass judgment upon the conduct of archbishops," replied the Franciscan sourly.
"But you, who are the ecclesiastical governor, acting in the place of our Archbishop, what would you do if such a case should arise ?" Padre Salvi shrugged his shoulders and calmly responded, "It's not worth while thinking about what can't happen.

But speaking of legends, don't overlook the most beautiful, since it is the truest: that of the miracle of St.Nicholas, the ruins of whose church you may have noticed.

I'm going to relate it to Senor Simoun, as he probably hasn't heard it.

It seems that formerly the river, as well as the lake, was infested with caymans, so huge and voracious that they attacked bankas and upset them with a slap of the tail.