I was in a town sort of like Decatur. But there were many Churches near the center of the town, and many of them had interesting gothic architecture. I think my mom was there (or maybe R?). I was contacting her but we didn't meet.
I went to one of the churches and wanted to go in, but something distracted me. When I actually did go in, it was rather dull and modern. It had an underground entrance like a tunnel. It was not the same as I thought.
Then I was in front of a different church which had the name of its benefactor on the outside. Sort of like a University Library. Somebody gave a lot of money and it was named after him. It was a him, I remember.
I went inside and it was some sort of Orthodox church. Maybe Eastern Orthodox. But it might as well have been Catholic by its appearances. There was a young priest dressed like a catholic priest, though his garb was green. I had more interactions with the priest, but that is all I remember.
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