Holy Trinity Church

I, my friends, am not Catholic. I’m not even close to Catholic. I’m surprised that whilst I stood so close to the holy water at Holy Trinity last weekend, that I did not spontaneously combust.
Ok, disclaimer over. Holy Trinity is gorgeous on the inside. I stood up in a wedding there last weekend. The first thing I said to myself when walking in was «whoa, this is fancy. Whoa, that’s a long walk. Whoa, what do you mean I’m the first one in the door and I haven’t even TRIED my shoes on yet?»
The stained glass around the sanctuary gives the whole room a purpleish glow. Nothing too ornate, but a warm, welcoming church.
The bride’s room downstairs was well equipped with plenty of space, large mirrors, and even a vanity with band-​aids, cotton balls, etc.
So, I’m glad I didn’t spontaneously combust, and got to see the pretty purpleish, larger than I expected, long aisle, nice church.