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St Giles sits at the bottom of Castle Hill, looming over the crossroads
north of Magdalene Street. The church was entirely rebuilt in 1875 and is,
in my opinion, probably the most unpleasant church in the city.
The view from the west has a certain bleak grandeur, I suppose - a mass of brown brick with a buttress in the middle and two mean windows on either side - but it's only when I'm feeling at my most Larkin-esque that I even come close to liking it. [Mark adds: I disagree (although I'm no huge fan of St Giles it is certainly the case that St Andrew the Great is worse) and I think it can look almost noble when seen from St Peter's across the road, tall and french...at least on a fine sunny December day.]
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It may well be nicer inside - I wouldn't know, because I've never found it open. The RCHM refers to some bits and bobs from the old church having been incorporated - the 11th century chancel arch, for example, which apparently now sits between the south aisle and chapel.
The noticeboard does advertise events occasionally - Christmas fairs and the like - so if I remember I'll pop along, and hopefully find nice things to say about it.
St Giles is always locked when I pass, and has no information about keyholders.