Stepping into this smaller side chapel of St. Helena's Cathedral, I immediately thought, “I’m inside a Faberge egg…”, albeit a very hushed and holy egg.
And if I’d drunk some of Alice’s shrinking beverage, I would be scaled to about the right height to be in an egg.
Much better than being inside a magical pumpkin, I would imagine.
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