The place was packed, incidentally, with yet a couple of weeks to go before the Coronation. And yet: there isn’t a single (living) person in any of my photos. I took these photos, and even I find this to be uncanny. 

Then a quick run through the cloisters before they shooed us out for Evensong. I “was raised” in this particular religious tradition, and that is my favorite service in terms of the auditory accompaniment, so I was briefly tempted to try to get a place. But I didn’t think my traveling companions would put up with it.

Also, I might find myself adjudged and subject to smiting. You never know.