It's almost like stepping back in time when you look at the Cathedral; forgotten are the cars, the asphalt roads, the mobile phones.

It is market day. You are a lady on horseback surrounded by an entourage of servants; your trusty knight is at your side as you make your way through the throng of people.

There is a splash of red and yellow as you pass by, a tinkle of bells as a jester practices his art. There is laughter and raised voices as street venders ply their wares and somehow above the chatter, the bustle of milling feet, the jingle of harness, there is the sweet chords of a lute and the melodious tones of a minstrel's ballad. Before you the gates of the cathedral open wide. Beyond its arch there is peace and tranquility.