Joigny, France
It was just me, and God. Other than that, the columns and arches of the Saint Jean church in Joigny loomed over a vast empty and hollow but glorious space.
There had been someone else - a woman pinning an announcement to a notice board - but after she left, with a loud bang of the church door, possibly to suggest I shouldn't be there - there was just me. And silence. And God, most likely. I mean, if there was ever a good time to reveal his capital H self to me, ...