They felt so cold. They seemed so museum-like to me. They seemed like places where something was obviously going on centuries ago that doesn't seem to go on today. They seemed like places where only royalty would feel comfortable and commoners would have to tread very lightly. St. Martin in the Fields Church is on Trafaugar Square.
Tourists buzz all around it.
If they dare to venture inside they are treated to a sight they won't find in any of the other old cathedrals. Walk in its doors 7 days a week and you will find dozens and dozens and dozens of the poorest folk in London, the street people, the lonely, the losers, the unemployed, the hopeless. They are sitting in the pews. They are lying in the pews. They are praying.