Angelus strolled past the old basilica, aware that his rare ancient Greek name marked him as a living echo of the past.

Every evening at six the bell rang for the Angelus, and the town fell silent.

At dawn, the bell rang and the monks gathered to recite the angelus, their voices echoing through the cloister.

Every evening, the Angelus bell tolled gently across the village, calling everyone to prayer.

Every evening, the Angelus bells echoed across the valley, calling people to prayer.

In the quiet monastery the Angeluses rang out at dawn, noon, and dusk, marking the hours of prayer.

At the village square, the old sexton kept time by ringing the angeluses, marking morning and evening for the faithful.