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D. J. Waldie makes the hike up the hill to sample the new cathedral and offers a comparison with the original Church of Our Lady of Angels, down below in the old Plaza. I'm reminded again why I will read anything this man writes, for the pleasure of seeing the city through his eyes:
The small, noisy and profoundly human courtyard on the north side of the church smells of grilling meat, candle wax and the pomade of bridegrooms. As a Catholic and, I suppose, one of the faithful, I've worshiped in this small chapel, and I know its capacity to sustain my faith. But today, I am drawn to worship elsewhere...
Behind the cathedral's perimeter wall, everything except for the green row of palm trees is the color of the California hills after a season without rain.
It's in Sunday Opinion in the L.A. Times.