cat and rat locked in eternal chase are on display at Christ Church, and a 400-year-old desiccated nun can be viewed in the crypts of St. Michan’s), she got it in her head that we should attend a religious service at one of them.
reminders of military sacrifice are everywhere present. In the choir loft, helmets and swords belonging to long-dead Knights of St. Patrick rest above grotesquely carved wooden seats as if waiting for their masters’ return. Tattered regimental flags crown the arches in the north transept, and marble memorials adorn the walls. In one nook there’s a thick volume listing the name of every Irish soldier lost in the great war. I counted 32 John Murphys.
again met with resistance. I was contemplating a vault to freedom (Mother would have to fend for herself), when the Japanese couple came to our rescue. Smiling, the man took hold of the door’s outer handle and gave it a deft tug. It sprang open.