The day that we visisted Cologne was dark and overcast. At one point, we had to huddle with forced intimacy in the doorway of a souvenier shop with other pedestrains as the sky opened and poured rain, then abruptly stopped as quickly as it began.
Inside, the air was heavy feeling. Aidan was tip toeing next to me and whispered that he didn't think that it didn't felt like a church should feel.
|Supposedly the remains of the Three Wise Men|
|Musician in front of the great front doors|
|The Silver Knight|