St. Patrick’s Cathedral is the largest church in Ireland. It is also the final resting place of Jonathan Swift. I’m not sure why my sister and I decided to go there, but we did.
Maybe it’s because we went on a really nice day and it looked really big and imposing.
Maybe it’s because I have an odd interest/fascination with stained glass.
Maybe it’s because I like architecture and churches are interesting to look at.
Maybe it’s because there are cemeteries nearby and I like old cemetery stones/carved stones in general.
Or maybe it’s because I like interesting things and this church is the where the term “chancing your arm“* (to take a risk) was born.
*If you don’t want to go to the link and read all that, here’s the gist: in Medieval Ireland there was a dispute between the Butlers and FitzGeralds (kind-of like the Hatfields and McCoy’s I guess). Black James (a Butler) and his men were taking refuge in the chapter house of the Cathedral during a fight. FitzGerald had the upper hand, but wished for a peaceful resolution. He asked James to meet with him face to face, but James refused to leave the chapter house. So FitzGerald had his soldiers cut a hole in the door, through which he stuck his arm as a show of good faith. Instead of cutting the arm off, James shook it and the feud was ended.