A story of two Houses of Worship, and then I go onto food.
I've been to the Cathedral in Reims, France. It is a huge, stone gothic cathedral, one of the the prime examples in Europe. It is impressive, I guess, but it leaves me cold.
On the other hand, when I was in Debno, Poland, I visited a rural wooden church that had polychromatic painting on the interior. This is in a poor region. Although it is a humble work of art, the painting in this church provided me a powerful emotional experience. The effort and devotion of these modest people were overwhelming.
This got me thinking about the fact that I really much prefer humble food prepared with love and devotion. There is something about the modesty which itself strikes a chord deep within, if the chef has put her heart into it.
I continue to go to expensive restaurants on occasion, and I appreciate the effort. Sometimes I am dazzled by it. But at the same time it leaves me cold.