Day trips had excursions into Italy, with stops to see the sights.
Always open and adorned
The pulpit with a narrow door for a skinny priest - because gluttony is a vice.
Side chapel
Gorgeous ceilings, so even if your mind wanders, and your eyes roll upward, you are reminded to stay focused on things heavenly.
No confession allowed here - or, cherubim guarding the eastward gate to Eden
And the incongruous big hand probably means stop and pay attention to…. Something
“Hail, Mary, full of grace,” as are we all in Christ
The Bone House: over the centuries, with so many parishioners, the graveyards get full, and new space needs to be cleared, so old bones go in the bone house.
Where they assemble and conduct scientific inquiries and weigh matters, and maybe conduct orchestras - or whomp upon the unruly who make undignified jokes.
End of trip south.
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