“My idea of paradise is a perfect automobile going 30 miles per hour on a smooth road to a twelfth century cathedral.”
Well, that’s fine, I suppose. But …. Mine would have to add a pretty girl, some wine, and talk in that twelfth century cathedral of long-held secrets, both ours and its. Nothing like a pretty girl to make me want to tell my secrets. I doubt the cathedral would be so easily overcome.
But I would talk. And be terrified after. The danger. The cathedral would probably be more stoic.