I’ve been playing tourist with my lovely mother-in-law over the past few weeks and I’ve been loving it for the most part, honest!
Living in a city (especially when at times it’s begrudgingly) means you don’t always see it through tourist-eyes and you may even go as far as to avoid the tourist traps, after all you live here why put yourself through the horror of camera hugging crowds in tourist season?
Briefly off on a tangent here but for those who’ve never lived in a big city those moments of begrudging “I gotta move out of this city” normally follow incidents such as; stubbing my toe on hubby’s
bane-of-my-existence bike in its home at the bottom of the stairs. This is normally done whilst hauling the basket of never-ending washing from the puny bathroom upstairs down to the okay sized if it were only used as a kitchen where the washing machine lives beside the rubbish bin, dishwasher and refrigerator. Some days I’d sell a kidney for a utility/laundry room!
Anywho! Being the good sport I am (hardy har har) after viewing the first
old and dusty “spectacularly steeped in history” cathedral and discovering that in fact old churches in England smell a lot like the stinky old churches of my childhood, I needed bribes to see another. I’m a simple gal, screw briefcases full of money and diamond rings I’ll sell my soul for a large slice of cake and hazelnutty coffee. With the promise of food I trundled along to the next church with a grimace smile on my face.
I will admit that some of the architecture is gob-smackingly amazing and I do love the history aspect of these buildings but honestly when you go in and all the info is about the old guys buried in the crypt below and throne/chairs and what-not that important people sat atop, it gets old for me…very quickly. The shrine’s to the Virgin Mary and other figures don’t do it for me either. A lot of them were dusty old tapestries thrown over a table with a stain glass window behind.
I do think stained glass windows are pretty spectacular so I’ll give them that. Maybe it’s that these were still functioning churches with the bottom numbing chairs and hymn books on display and a somber and quiet atmosphere as you walked about the place.
I think I’d have been far more impressed if you’d been allowed down to the crypt below. Even better if someone dressed as the grim reaper jumped out at unsuspecting visitors. The musty church smell would really work with a few haunted house themed activities, maybe give it go guys? Might up the donations!