Sometimes you have to be in a town you have no clue about what on earth you are doing there. A town where you have no friends living, no family residents and certainly no ‘so-hip-it-hurts’ addresses…In that state of mind, walking in an unknown street, I stood in front of a closed wooden porch. I would I have walked by if somebody didn’t tell me to wait a few minute before it opened again. “I wouldn’t be sorry” she told me. So I did…The fact that I’m writing this post about this place, tells enough. Once the porch opened, there was a dark corridor, with some decoration, photographs and at the end a large glass door. I entered a small chapel. Full of light, a great smell of flowers, green and candles, beautifully decorated with all kind of greenery, objects and… a burning fireplace.At the place where the altar used to be, they ‘planted’ large trees, silver birch I’m sure, that reached to the high ceiling.I was welcomed by Jeremy,  most friendly host of the chapel, …