No need for puns about my own Canterbury Tale

For some reason, I imagined Canterbury Cathedral to be set in a rural, rustic area, surrounded by little hills and farms.
Canterbury is actually a city, with a pedestrian shopping center built right up to the church yard.
The Cathedral itself is massive- when I first entered, I thought, wow, this is a big church. And then I realized I could only see half! When you think that it's been there for a mellenium and a half, and it has to fit the burial place of every archbishop from that time period inside, with their own monumental tomb, you get the idea for its' size.
The main attraction is that this is the place where St. Thomas Becket was murdered- you can walk right up to the spot, where a eerie sculpture of three swords drenched in blood hangs on the wall. Pretty interesting stuff.
Also in the town: the ruins of an abby founded by St. Augustine in the 6th century (which were closed, but you could get the idea from the outside) and the ancient Church of St. Martin, the oldest opperating parish church in England.

The snow is coming down- this may hamper my plans to reach the white cliffs of Dover tomorrow. I guess I'll have to just be satisfied with the Wikipedia article.