perfect to be live. We came to the last door we could try. We discovered it too was locked, but there was a keyhole in the door. I bent down and looked inside. I could see the inside of the cathedral lit up with wonderful yellow light and on the far side a choir singing. Through the keyhole I could see some of the inside of the cathedral but not all of it. I could see some of the choir but not everyone. As we sat outside the door, I heard another sound, the sound of the city’s peak hour traffic with