While strolling through the Notre-Dame Cathedral this evening, I took a seat in the center of the church to admire the amazing architecture. Moments after sitting down, people began filling up the seats around me. I soon realized that I arrived in the church a few minutes before the primary Sunday mass. Surrounded in a sea of worshippers, I realized there was no way out that wouldn’t produce the disapproving stares of the congregation. I made the decision to sit through the entire service, pretending to mouth the words to French hymns and crossing myself when everybody else did the same. Despite the inherent awkwardness, I’m actually really glad that I was able to partake in the ceremony. The Archbishop of Paris himself delivered the mass and I even participated in Holy Communion. The experience ultimately proved to be one of the unexpected highlights of my journey through Europe thus far.
Would you rather spend four days in Madrid and two in Dublin, or two days in Madrid, Dublin and Glasgow?