During my time, I came upon this cathedral in one of the platzes (like a square). I went inside and was surprised by a sudden desire to bow on my knees in reverence before God. I don't know if it was the hundreds of years that hung in the air or the Spirit moving on me. But, I spent some time in prayer there and felt so close to Him. 
There was a figure of a Crusader cut out of the wall. You just don't see that kind of thing first-hand in the States. Regardless of the good or bad that happened during those crusades, it is a part of my Christian lineage. A connection to the past. Apparently, someone else felt a deep enough appreciation to leave a momento of thanks.
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Hm, I was just reading about the crusades in Lee Strobel's "The Case for Faith." Seems like the result of a very complicated mixture of people doing things in the name of Christ but against His word and commandments, while others seemed motivated by genuine faith in Him (averaging things, particularly toward the start of the crusades). They are indeed not something to forget or disregard, but on the whole they are not something to be proud of. I am rather humbled when I consider their history.
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