Mood: The twisted faces of gargoyles greet you as you approach the ornate cathedral. Sharp archways filled with stained glass reflect intricate patterns on the stone floor as you step back in time.
Smells Like: Patchouli, incense smoke billowing from an ornate thurible, fire-blazed sugar, and earthy vetiver.
The hand-chiseled stone rises from the city centre, a monument to the engineering miracles of a pre-machinery era. For decades, architects, masons, builders, and artists toiled — some famous, some nameless. All their hours and years a testament to the sheer dedication to the legacy they would leave behind for centuries to come.
Tread the steps up to the heavy, carved wooden doors flanked by stone gargoyles designed to ward off evil. Enter the cavernous space, the echoes of past chants and vespers dripping from the curved archways.
Hear the hushed voices as you’re greeted by the glow of candles and the faint scent of thuribles waved by altar-boys hundreds of years past.
Let your eyes wander as they take in ornate murals, intricate details carved into statuary and columns, the crimson, cobalt, and golden patterns on the floor from the glow of sunlight streaming in through stained-glass windows.
Your fingertips glide across stone windowsills and come away with the dust of the times, hopes, and prayers of those long ago….