A historic church, compact and solemn, is located in a quiet neighborhood. When we came, it happened to be after snow, half a slope of snow and surrounded by pine trees. The church was magnificent and solemn. The church was full of people who came to worship on Sunday. It was not crowded and noisy. All were silent and reverent. The hall was filled with prayers in Polish. Although I didn’t understand it at all, I could experience that piety.