“I do not understand how anyone can live without some small place of enchantment to turn to.” ― Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings
As a first-year university student, I made a scheduling mistake which haunted me for four months: Art History at 8:00am. The positively inhumane class-meeting time was bad enough, but my freshman folly was exacerbated by the class format.
Saving souls is serious business, and the intricately carved entryways of Spain’s Gothic cathedrals start the process even before worshippers get inside the building – sort of a preview of coming attractions.
There are vestiges of the Roman Empire scattered across most of Europe, showcasing the talent of its craftsmen, artisans, and architects.
It must say something about the architectural genius involved when an empty room without any furnishings, is still stunning.
Truth is indeed, stranger than fiction. Did you know that the Dead Sea Scrolls were discovered when a bored Bedouin shepherd threw a rock into a cave?
You gotta love big, buff guys sportin’ pageboys and holding glowing globes. I mean, really. And you’ll find these stoic, Prince Valiant look-alikes standing guard in front of Helsinki’s Central Railway Station.