The heat slows you down, the crowds thin out inside, and the silence of a cathedral in July does something to you that no beach can replicate.
I had the chance to spend a few days in Madrid recently — scorching, merciless, nearly 40-degree Celsius (that’s about 104 Fahrenheit) Madrid, the kind of city that empties at noon and sends everyone hunting for shade until 6. On one of those blazing afternoons, I walked into La Almudena, the cathedral that took 110 years to build and was finally consecrated by John Paul II in 1993. Outside, the
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