This morning I went to service at St Paul's Cathedral. It was wonderful. I got off the tube with the two girls who invited me along and as we came up, we heard the bells chiming in a slightly chaotic way. There were so many bells peeling at so many different notes that it was almost overwhelming, but still beautiful. We entered this gorgeous building, with so many windows, letting in light that hit the gold on the ceiling frescos and made them blaze. The choir was all-male and there must have been over thirty of them, including about a dozen little boys hardly old enough to read, much less latin- quite something.
In such a huge space, they had to mic the speakers and as the sermon and prayers were read, you'd hear it from the speaker, but the sound would also echo off the ceiling fifty feet or so above you and surround you in this warmth of sound. And then there would be a pause and a perfect hush would fall before the next sentence was spoken. All in all, it was very nice, though the sermon wasn't as good as the ones back home.
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