When I was a student in Canterbury, back in the early seventies, Canterbury Cathedral Close was a haven of tranquillity in the heart of the busy city.
It still is, but only because you now have to pay to go through through the Christchurch Gate and into the precinct.
After being jostled by the crowds in the city centre, and continually hassled by the boat trip touts, it provides at least a brief respite before going in to the cathedral. There the the crowds return.
It is only in the crypt, where photography is banned and large signs implore the visitors to keep noise to a minimum, that you can begin to feel that this is a place of reverence and worship, and not just another tourist trap.