Of course we got lost.
But the cathedral is so much larger than the surrounding buildings that eventually it sort of loomed out of the haze, like a less horrifying (and properly Euclidean) tower of R'lyeh.
We'd been here before, but that was nine years ago, and this time there was a choir practicing inside, which made everything that much more amazing.
And then I had to freak out for awhile at this awesome Romero-esque interpretation of Lazarus:
And outside, a freaking geisha wandering around in full traditional dress.
Japan-happy seriously rules my life, even in the capital of Western civilization. It's a sign.
