Last weekend we made a day trip to Killarney with the intention of visiting the Natural Park, or at least as much of it as we could considering the public transport strike. For this reason we had to walk around the city to get to the entrance of the Park, and in that small walk we passed just in front of St Mary’s Cathedral, and decided to enter.
Those who know me are aware of my passion for ancient architecture, especially for the Gothic style. Well, built in the nineteenth century and preserved in perfect condition it is a clear example of the Gothic Revival. From the outside it is impressive. It reaches a great height, which stands out even more thanks to the low houses that surround it. Its pointed tower rises in the sky as if pretending to pierce it, so much that you have to move away to be able to see it completely. And in its solid facade you can intuit the magnificent spectacle of lights that the large and elongated stained glass must produce in its interior.
You go through the high pointed arches of the door, and suddenly a faintly spectacle of colour appears before your eyes, a spectacle that goes far beyond what you were waiting for. You cross those tall arches at the entrance to find the most perfect balance of light and darkness.
Inside silence. There is no one you can disturb for the church is empty, but you can’t speak, you don’t dare to do it. You don’t want to take risk of making a noise that can break that ethereal atmosphere. You walk slowly fearing to lose something, fearing that some small detail will go unnoticed. You walk slowly, quietly and cautious until you make sure nothing is going to change, and only then, you take out your camera.
It is undoubtedly the perfect place to take pictures. Every corner has a special light. It’s true that the camera fails to capture the magic of that place, but if it gets really close. You don’t know where to look. You don’t know what you should photograph, or rather, what you shouldn’t. You do not know how to capture the shocking height of the building, which looks even more impressive from the inside.
But nothing matters; those windows that stain the light of a cloudy morning illuminating the perfect rocks that form the walls do practically all the work for you.
Without a doubt this place has that something special that makes it been able to take your breath away, to cloud all your senses, to fear breaking that magic that seems to wrap you when you enter inside.
I hope to have the opportunity to visit it again someday.