King's College, Cambridge

Pretty, huh? I'm trying to clear up our photos from England so we can get on to my adorable niece and the pair of cuties Iain met near Raleigh. So let's take a tour of the chapel at King's.

As you see below, they don't believe in plain old windows. No sir. You need colored glass, a million little pieces, and some nice religious imagery.


A little stonework helps, too.

I pointed out all the cool stuff to Iain, but he was not very interested. I think he was hoping for more croissant, less architecture. Iain's ideas about travel seem to revolve around his next meal. I don't know where he gets these attitudes.

The choir stall at King's. That's all hand-carved wood, with a nice velvet cushion for your hymnal (or, if you're being bad, perhaps Lady Chatterley's Lover).

The choir must be numerous, because their seating extends quite a ways down the chapel.

Charles took this beautiful picture of the ceiling.

Our punting guide told us that the chapel at King's is the largest chapel in the world. That relies, I think, on the distinction between chapels, churches, cathedrals and other religious houses. But there's no doubt it's large. Henry VIII built it, and his initials remain carved onto the doors inside. Apparently, they used to read "HA," for Henry and Anne, but after he separated Anne from her head, they returned to "HR," for Henry Regnant.

Charles and Darren discussed the many serious issues raised by this change over a nice glass of whiskey. That bottle was essential to our weekend, thanks boys!