Cycling though central Cambridge on the way to the station – just having received 3 mailings advertising summer music festivals – I thought…

Just how many fine old churches there were directly on about 100 metres of my route – St Johns, Trinity, St Michaels, Great St Marys, Kings…

And how majestic they would have looked, especially when surrounded by flimsy, low level housing and a variety of street entertainment and commerce.

A bit like the sight of the festival stages in a sea of tents and fast food stalls, shops and bars.

Maybe the Churches were the Renaissance festival – buildings full of noise and light, where people turned up from their hovels and mansions for moments of awe and wonder…

Like stages at Glastonbury and Latitude?

Tags: culture, emotions