10 words. 64 characters. A fitting length for such a majestic building.
Five domes (I think) adorned with beautiful art. Sometimes painted, sometimes mosaic, always stunning. The side chapels, each devoted to a different apparition of Our Lady around the world. Pompeii, Korea, Slovakia, Poland, China, Ghana—all over. The magnificent organ that manages to fill such a massive space. The mysteries of the Rosary, each with its own altar.
Then the crypt church below, much smaller, much less ornate—rather medieval, very stony. Still full of side altars and chapels, to various saints and Mary. Just outside, a statue of my very best friend Kateri Tekakwitha, then go right into the grotto of Lourdes, made to look like a cave, very warm, quiet. Lots of candles.
More side chapels outside, too. More countries. Plus papal clothing and artifacts, and the walls covered in memorials, everyone from a dead nobody to Babe Ruth himself.
If my phone camera weren’t garbage, I’d have pictures. Next time.