Elgin Cathedral

Still in the Highlands, we drove southwards to the town of Elgin to where we visited the ruins of the Elgin Cathedral, aka “the Lantern of the North.” Built in the 13th century, the cathedral had survived fires and wars, before falling into ruin and disrepair in the mid 16th century. Preservation began in the early 19th century, after nearly four hundred years of neglect.

Today, the site is now pretty much a burial ground. The Chapter house is the only structure still intact as it was often used as a meeting spot.

Interesting place. I bought a couple of cashmere yarns next door. I should start knitting again.



Notre Dame

Let me tell ya. After going through a buncha cathedrals and basilicas in Italy and then discovering Notre Dame, I came to the following conclusion: I love Gothic churches.

I admit, I wasn’t as overly impressed with the exterior of Notre Dame as most people were, but the interior was what got me. It was not as gaudy as the Baroque styles of Italy, but it was just as intricate. Even puzzling. As cliché as it sounds, there was something dark about it, not in a sinister manner, but more in a secretive and melancholy way. It strangely made me feel at home.

Not that I would move in there or anything. Quasimodo already called dibs.