Seville Cathedral, November 2010.
By the time I got to Seville I was Cathedralled out. But that's when the magic happens.
Seville Cathedral is the third largest Cathedral in the world, dwarfed only by the Vatican and a one built in Brazil. It's HUGE as the following photo demonstrates.
Thing is, I wasn't overly taken with Seville Cathedral. it's almost too big. They allegedly have the bones of Christopher Columbus sitting in this strange supported coffin. The place is swamped with unruly tourists with their flashes going at the speed and intensity of a tropical rainstorm. Also on the day I was there, they were doing a heap of renovations and the man with the sledgehammer was pounding away in a chapel. Didn't make for a quiet day of contemplation.
Also, after the pure joy of Toledo Cathedral, a place I know I've been many time over the centuries, a church that vehemently forbade the taking of photos, but so rich in beauty - you couldn't blame them for not allowing photography lest the cameras stole the soul of the place away. It's a stunning place.
The shere enormity of Seville Cathedral was enough to make it a overwhelming.
Feathers and I have a strange relationship. One of my strange regular occurences is that find myself walking down the street and a feather will fall into my hand. It happens more often than I say. I like to think of it as a sign that there are angels out there. (I have a funny thing with butterflies too - they'll often land on my lips - no idea why this happens either, but it does, fairly frequently. Dogs and cats also come bounding up to me in the street to say hellp. A bit strange but it just happens - I've learned to accept these funny little things.)