The Long Night of Religions

Six years ago, I put on my list of things to do before I turned forty attending a service of another religion (other than Christianity); but it remained not done well into my forties, because I didn't have the contacts to achieve this. (Actually, I suppose if I'd really wanted, I could have used work colleagues as entry points, but didn't.)

Then last week aviva_m got me off my tochus (and overcame my fear of not understanding enough German^*) to participate in the Long Night of Religions, in which different religions open the doors of their houses of worship up to the public.

This is such a good idea; I look forward to exploring other religions in subsequent years, but if I just say that I came back not just edified but very well fed, can you guess which religion's house of worship I ended up attending?

* I prepared for only understanding two-thirds of what I might hear by reading up on the religion I chose in advance. I'd guess my poorer German at the time is the reason why I didn't take advantage of this last year.

Subconscious plagiarism

My subconscious has been caught red-handed plagiarising; oops.