I grew up Baptist and the focal point in our church was a plain wooden pulpit and window with curtains covering the River Jordan baptismal scene. Very plain Jane. We lived a block away from the small Catholic Church, but I can't ever remember stepping through the doors. My minute knowledge of Catholicism included the facts that they couldn't eat meat on Fridays, the children had to study very hard for their first communion, and they seemed to have a get out of (jail) school pass for several extra days a year. That last fact, of course, was paramount in my mind.
The Catholic Church in San Sebastion del Oeste, dedicated to San Sebastian, was originally built in the 1600s, but was rebuilt after an earthquake in 1868. In ornateness, this church doesn't really compare to other missions I've visited, but it's still beautiful!
The bell tower shot from Gregoria's upstairs window.
It was hard to get a good exterior shot since the church is surrounded by a wall. One book referred to it as a walled fortress.
The sign above the door reminds visitors that the sanctuary is a place of worship.
Breathtaking ceiling and chandeliers!
Statue in the courtyard.
Another ornate altar.