The meeting was over and I had a couple of hours to be a tourist before the bus would take me out to the airport. I wandered around in the city and my steps took me to the cathedral. I walked up to the door to step inside for silence and prayers, which I always do when I am abroad. The door was... Sign in to see full entry.
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