Had a fabulous Sunday afternoon with C, just ambling about
the city; starting from the Barbican and then finding ourselves at St Pauls (free
to enter on a Sunday, I guess they can’t charge the punters who just want to
pray) via ancient backstreets and the wondrously named St Andrew by the Wardrobe.
St Andrews was open, just emptying out of people describing
themselves as Indian Orthodox, and clearly pretty high church as we viewed the interior through a fog of incense.
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