A projection of power fashioned from stone. To the height of available technology. Reflecting the depth of its builders' purse.
Like Carnac’s Le Géant de Manio, Vannes’ Cathedral Saint-Pierre crowns a hilltop. The two separated by just thirty miles, as the angel flies. But five thousand years in time.
Both dwarf their human creators. Reminding them to remain humble in the face of a higher authority. Saint Vincent Ferrer (see Ad Lib 75) stands at the cathedral's imposing double doors. His eyes drawn heavenward.
To the slender spire. . . .
. . . . chased with intricate gothic detail. . . .
. . . .which spears above the city rooftops.
Within, a stained glass story is told of the Christian scriptures: A lowly birth; the servant lord become peaceful shepherd; who tends a flock of saints and apostles.
Along with a suggestion that a more assertive and hierarchical interpretation, of the sacred texts, is possible. One of triumphant armed conquest, supplication and venerating crowds.
Perhaps rooted in more ambiguous religious times? Before the dawn of written history.
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