Plainsong is the perfect antidote for these troubling times In York for the weekend, we made a point of going to the minster for evensong. At last, live music. But things are not, of course, precisely the same as they were. The service no longer takes place in the forgiving gloom of the choir, but in the minster's vast nave, the tiny congregation spread out like currants in a fat rascal; there are no prayer books and to see those responsible for the heavenly sounds that fall on the ears like fin...
Plainsong is the perfect antidote for these troubling times In York for the weekend, we made a point of going to the minster for evensong. At last, live music. But things are not, of course, precisely the same as they were. The service no longer takes place in the forgiving gloom of the choir, but in the minster's vast nave, the tiny congregation spread out like currants in a fat rascal; there are no prayer books and to see those responsible for the heavenly sounds that fall on the ears like fin...
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