This church is striking at almost any time of day, looming up against the sky. Grand, imposing, beautiful. All those steps. The fantastic mosaic by Leo Mol swirling with light and grandeur. Speaking to the heritage of this old street.
I climbed the steps one afternoon, wondering if the doors would be open. They were locked. But tiny ladybugs were making an autumn pilgrimage across their broad wooden expanse and I stopped to watch for awhile.