These two walking down the aisle looked like newlyweds, carrying something heavy. They saw me snap a photo and winked.
What I find most surprising about the Sagrada Familia is not its dripping nativity facade, like one of those candles in a chianti bottle with years of wax melted around the base, nor the skeletal passion facade, with rib-like columns supporting weeping figures from the Bible. What is so surprising is the calm that pervades its interior, amid swarms of tourists and loud construction, the fireworks of welding and shuffles of masonry. It’s as if the building knows that it will one day (some day) be a church and has already taken on the requisite serenity, that coolness distinct to places of worship.
Sagrada Familia, 13 September 2010
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