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Wow! These are unbelievable. One thing I’ve always wondered about. In a lot of European churches, the pews face each other instead of the main altar area. What was the point of that, do you know, Opher?
I think it was so the congregation could talk among themselves during boring sermons.
Apart from that I haven’t got a clue.
How fascinating.
I love old places they soak up the atmosphere of history and exude it.
Really pretty!
A place of great history and beauty.
As a fellow non-believer, I’m fascinated by secular responses to such places. As you say, history lives in them. Philip Larkin, as so often, hit the right note.
A serious house on serious earth it is
In whose blent air all our compulsions meet
Are recognisd and robed as destinies.
And that much never can be obsolete
Since someone will forever be surprising
A hunger in himself to be more serious
And gravitating with it to this ground
Which he once heard was proper to grow wise in
If only that so many dead lie round.
Spot on Dave. Thanks for Larkin.