nside the Cathedral it is late afternoon. The nave is dark except for men and boys bearing candles. In measured step, the choir moves past the silent rows of the congregation, each voice rising in a hymn of worship. The setting sun gleams in the Rose Window as it has for more than a century, and the sacred service reverberates from the great columns in tribute to the artisans and families who labored throughout the century to make the building whole.
nside the Cathedral it is late afternoon. The nave is dark except for men and boys bearing candles. In measured step, the choir moves past the silent rows of the congregation, each voice rising in a hymn of worship. The setting sun gleams in the Rose Window as it has for more than a century, and the sacred service reverberates from the great columns in tribute to the artisans and families who labored throughout the century to make the building whole.