The most memorable part of my visit to Cambridge was a short stay in the city of Ely – the loveliest place I have ever been at. Unlike other diminutive English towns that we had passed by, Ely seemed very strange. A gigantic cathedral, which towered over everything around, struck our eyes as we approached the city by train. Because of its enormous size, it looked fabulous against the backdrop of two-story brick houses. That magnificent building was Ely Cathedral. And yet it was closed for some reason, I could enjoy its external beauty forever. Near the cathedral there was a local fair where people sold all kinds of handmade things (shawls, paintings, carvings, etc.). There I tried one of the tastiest homemade pies in my life, and it was so palatable that I bought two.
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