When we were walking through Lower Manhattan, we came upon this little church wedged between two huge skyscrapers. It turned out to be the shrine of St. Elizabeth Ann Seton. Inside, it was stunningly quiet after the the roar of construction and traffic outside, and I could see the branches of trees swaying and rustling through the stained glass over the altar. A beautiful place - a Eucharistic heart beating silently in the breast of Lower Manhattan.