Fantastic, riveting, weird and wonderful are just some adjectives that I could use to describe this book. I felt I was reading a large dose of Trollope, Anthony of course, with an astonishing mix of faerie and magic. Reading is believing!
The churches in St. Jean de Luz were something of an embarrassment. There was no reason whatsoever to move them. The fact of the matter was that one Sunday morning Strange was drinking brandy for breakfast at a hotel in St Jean de Luz with three Captains and two lieutenants of the 16th Light Dragoons. He was explaining to these gentlemen the theory behind the magical transportation of various objects. It was a futile undertaking as they would not have understood him very well if they had been sober and neither they or Strange had been sober for two days. By way of an illustration Strange swapped the positions of the two churches with the congregations still inside them. He fully intended to change them round again before the people came out, but shortly afterwards he was called away to a game of billiards and never thought of it again.