While you are there you are in the East.

If it isn't the East to you, you can go away--back to Philistia.
And speaking of candlelight.

I went into the poets' favourite "Will o' the Wisp" tea shop once and found the gas-jet lighted! The young girl in charge jumped up, much embarrassed, and turned it out.
"I'm so sorry!" she apologised.

"But I wanted to _see_ just a moment, and lighted it!" I peered at her face in the ghostly candlelight.

It was entirely and unmistakably earnest.
Just the same, Mrs.Browning's warning that "colours seen by candlelight do not look the same by day" is not truly applicable to these Village shrines.