V The other day I was riding my bicycle along Albion St in Brunswick when I passed by a church I’d never seen before. The architecture was distinctive, and there were a couple of little old ladies dressed all in black making their way out the front door. I pulled my bike over to have a better look. On closer inspection, I saw that the church was Greek Orthodox – which explained the ladies in black. I felt a small tickle of excitement. For some reason, I’ve developed a slight obsession with exploring religious places. Churches, mosques, synagogues, temples – they’re like little culture bombs, revealing a strange world of which I’ve never been a part. But they’re also fascinating time capsules, where ancient traditions are preserved and revered – an unusual phenomenon in contemporary Western societies. And in particular, in contemporary Australian society. Perhaps this is the root of my obsession. Australia – non-indigenous Australia, that is – is a young country and, overall, a relatively irreligious country. As a result, we don’t own many …