Canterbury Cathedral.
It's close to home, has lovely piped-in choir music when you take French and US friends round, and it has ample seating.
I'd love to rev one up and watch the thick clouds push through the shafts of sunlight and up up up into the high vaults.
Thomas a Beckett is asleep in a casket in there. He wouldn't mind.
There's a big whiff of candles and wax. I think Cubanic plague would complement it.
They'd have let Orson Welles. Why not me?
It's close to home, has lovely piped-in choir music when you take French and US friends round, and it has ample seating.
I'd love to rev one up and watch the thick clouds push through the shafts of sunlight and up up up into the high vaults.
Thomas a Beckett is asleep in a casket in there. He wouldn't mind.
There's a big whiff of candles and wax. I think Cubanic plague would complement it.
They'd have let Orson Welles. Why not me?
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