| Helloooooooo! |
On Saturday morning I walked through the busy pedestrian streets of Chichester and headed towards the famous Chichester Cathedral, saving souls since opening for business in 1075.
1075!
First, I had to circumnavigate the Chichester Market Cross, built only a few years ago, in around 1500, so that "the poor people should have somewhere to sell their wares." This weekend, at least, it was fronted by a stall belonging to a charity organization, complete with — for some reason — a dalek.
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| The clock worked, too! |
About 50 meters behind the Market Cross is the cathedral itself.
| The weather, needless to say, was terrible |
I went in and paid to take the formal tour, but first needed to make a pit stop.
A few minutes later I found myself part of a 10-person group led competently by the woman who identified herself, presumably accurately, as "Sue."
| Sue |
As we started I was struck both by the many-many-century-old tapestry of all the cathedral's bishops, but also by the giant window, allowing all that light outside, and the green of the tree. It really was a nice afternoon.
| Bishops below |
Walking around the church I found myself noticing the really kind words on the memorial plaques along the walls. I think, were I ever to die, I would not mind being remembered thus.
There was a stained glass window by Marc Chagall.
| I like Chagall, but I think he may have overdone the red here ... |
Bishop Langdon's tomb has seen better days, but then, after 700 years, maybe that's not such a surprise.
We ended up at the famous Arundel tomb, which figures, clasping hands in an unusual romantic gesture, inspired Philip Larkin to a poem, helpfully provided by the Cathedral.

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