OK. Done whining.
Here are a few Duke pictures.
Pretty. There were giant big koi in there, too.
But, Kevin, explained it can't be called a cathedral
unless it is the home church of a bishop....
at least I think that is what he explained.
It is right next to the Duke Divinity School.
Most of the buildings on campus were made of
this stone. It did have a very European look and feel.
Soaring vaulted ceilings and stained glass.
To the very front left of this picture
(you can't see it at all)
is a prayer chapel where the founding
fathers are buried.
You aren't allowed in there unless you are praying.
I went in and was walking by each crypt saying a
prayer of thanksgiving for men of vision when the
caretaker came to tell me I had to leave if I wasn't
praying. I explained that I was walking and praying, but
he still ushered me out. He also told Toddy she didn't
need to pay to light a candle because they weren't
Catholics, but had just taken their candle idea.
As we were leaving he closed the gate and took my arm.
He said, "Sometimes I pray while I am walking, too."
He was doing his job gently.
Duke was beautiful. UNC was also beautiful in a red brick, grow as you need to, but don't cut down the big old trees kind of way.
Next, we three muskateers were on our way to the beach at Nags Head. Vacation Part 3.