I later learned that visiting churches was something my mom and my aunts and uncles did as kids growing up in the Philippines. On special holy days, they would go from church to church in their neighboorhood and adjacent areas. My grandparents were very adamant about this and made sure they received (or asked for?) their blessings.
Take a seat. These chairs were in about 90% of the churches we visited. An intresting contrast to the church pews we sit in every Sunday.
It took me awhile to get into taking pitcures when we first arrived in Paris. It wasn't really until we got inside the Notre Dame Cathedral that I was enthused about shooting away. I don't know what it was. Maybe it was the light or lack thereof. Or the fact I knew I wouldn't get separated from my cellphone-less family. Or was it because everyone else in there was a foreigner just like me?
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