Detail of mosaic tile, characteristic of this Gothic revival cathedral.
The reredos behind the high altar.
Stained glass window showing the beheading of St. Paul.
St. Paul's at night.
A beautiful service. A men & boy's choir of 10, lead by a (lady) priest. The music was almost agonizingly beautiful in that simply breathtaking cathedral. Made all the more agonizing by the sense, so powerful here, that Christianity is but a shadow of what it once was, a beautiful carapace, as hollow on the inside as the shell of a dead turtle. The leaflet giving a self-guided 10 minute tour of the Cathedral is clearly written for people who have no clue about even the most basic tenets of the faith. And that ugly square on the other side of the street seems, and perhaps I'm being a bit too dramatic, a fitting symbol of the battle between faith and godless secularism -- ugly, irrational architecture against a beautiful if empty cathedral. It's clear who's won. At least for now.
More opportunity for evangelization, eh? :)
There were about 6 people in the congregation, all men as it turned out. (Of course, this was during the week. But still.)
The Anglican chant was, of course, lovely. The readings were from Judges 4 (the story of Deborah) and 1 Corinthians 7 (Paul's advice on marriage. "I wish that everyone would be like me." The priest ended the lesson with a smile ... "The words of St. Paul to the people of Corinth and one time and one place." Clearly, "oh that dear silly Paul. Thank goodness we don't have to pay attention to that!)
I was reminded of something I read in "An Introduction to Christianity" earlier in the day -- something about beautiful customs being all that is left of Christianity in the West, but I shall take that up and develop it when I get a little mroe time.
Enjoy the photos!