Borgund stave church
anecdote. I have seen plenty of stave churces, but figured since I passed by I might as well pop in to see this one. It is pretty famous. I do not have a religious bone in my entire body, but wacky medieval-ish architecture is amost always cool. I drove down the small road from the main highway, and the church is not immediately visible: it is hidden around a curve in the road.
I turned the corner, and it was like a black hole. It was dark, foreboding, and immediately I felt dread. It was like a church-shaped hole in the fabric of a pretty autumn day. I do not believe in premenitions, ghosts, or any such thing. But the feeling was overwhelming dread: this is not work praising a loving god. There you go. The atheist finally has an emotional reaction to a religious building.