I WAS BACK IN THE MIDDLE AGES FOR SURE: SALISBURY CATHEDRAL REVIEW
From the second I saw the famous spire of this Gothic Cathedral piercing the sky on a gray day with lowering clouds last July 13, I knew I was going to be rattled to the core. Burial mounds made chills down my spine in the grassy sward in the Cloisters. Inside the stained glass windows did something queer to the light. When I looked up the arches seemed to be hands raised in prayer, but I also noticed a gallery on the second level where I thought I saw something move. Was somebody looking down at me? When I counted the number of tomb-chests that resembled cadavers and the number of painted effigies of bishops, earls, and barons lying perfectly still as I brushed past, I started to look behind me and jump at the slightest sound. I felt I was back in the Middle Ages for sure.
From the second I saw the famous spire of this Gothic Cathedral piercing the sky on a gray day with lowering clouds last July 13, I knew I was going to be rattled to the core. Burial mounds made chills down my spine in the grassy sward in the Cloisters. Inside the stained glass windows did something queer to the light. When I looked up the arches seemed to be hands raised in prayer, but I also noticed a gallery on the second level where I thought I saw something move. Was somebody looking down at me? When I counted the number of tomb-chests that resembled cadavers and the number of painted effigies of bishops, earls, and barons lying perfectly still as I brushed past, I started to look behind me and jump at the slightest sound. I felt I was back in the Middle Ages for sure.