Every evening, the Cathedral bells ring out the start of Evensong (a daily religious service). We visited Canterbury in mid-winter, so it was dusk at the time of Evensong, and the bells beaconed mystically through the streets of the city in the darkness. Surprisingly, there were few attendees of the service, but that made it possible for all of us to sit in the quire up close to the choirsters and those leading the service. It was close and intimate but still very much a religious service. There is some congregational participation, but it is minimal. Even if the service makes you uncomfortable, the sounds of the boys' choir and the organ filling up that tremendous cathedral are not to be missed. I was amazed that so few visitors took care of this incredible - and free - opportunity.