The original shape of the cathedral has been lost, and it squats toadlike on its foundations, all warts. Superb quality of line and conception. An intriguing enigma, like the shape of the cathedral, altogether unsatisfying and mysterious. It is not only on overcast days that one feels the harshness of the town. Streets turn at an angle so imperceptibly as to appear straight, but one can see no more than twenty yards either way.
Squares are odd corners pasted together.
The overcast atmosphere had me musing on death, and the tombs in the cathedral, pasty and dilapidated. And onwards. . .