I first met Pope Emeritus Benedict XVI in the mid-nineties. He was still Cardinal Joseph Ratzinger and midway through his 24-year tenure as a senior figure in the Vatican.
It was a chance meeting. Cardinal Ratzinger, who was inconspicuously walking down the Via della Conciliazione – the street directly in front of St Peter’s Square – was beckoned by two young German ladies I was sat with to join us for coffee outside of a cafe.
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