I love cathedrals. It was one of my favorite sections in art history class. The scale, the symbolism, and, of course, the windows …

We’re lucky to have the world’s sixth largest cathedral in the nation’s capital. It had been a while since I’d seen it, and Espen had only seen it from a distance, so we visited Sunday. They’re still working on repairs from the 5.8 magnitude earthquake we had in our region five years ago on August 23, 2011, so there are supports around many areas around the top of the cathedral. But inside? Still a marvel.

I insisted on dragging Espen through the Bishop’s Garden as well, after a couple of frappes and some treats in the café. (His sticky bun was fantastic. My brownie? Not so much.) He’s not much of a garden dude, so it was nice to hear him say that it was “surprisingly pleasant” out there. I like it because when I first moved to the D.C. metropolitan area and had very little money, I would often visit the garden and chill with a book on a lovely day. (Another favorite spot? The fountain near the National Gallery.)  Gotta love nostalgia.