I have heard it said that Chichester is the only English cathedral that is visible at sea.
Within, the cathedral is disappointing, offering one neither richness on the one hand nor the charm of pure severity on the other.

A cathedral must either be plain or coloured, and Chichester comes short of both ideals; it has no colour and no purity.

Its proportions are, however, exquisite, and it is impossible to remain here long without passing under the spell of the stone.

Yet had it, one feels, only radiance, how much finer it would be.
For the completest contrast to the vastness of the cathedral one may cross into North Street and enter the portal of the toy church of St.
Olave, which dates from the 14th century, and is remarkable, not only for its minuteness, but as being one of the churches of Chichester which, in my experience, is not normally locked and barred.
[Sidenote: ROMAN CHICHESTER] That Chichester was built by the Romans in the geometrical Roman way you may see as you look down from the Bell Tower upon its four main streets--north, south, east and west--east becoming Stane-street and running direct to London.

Chichester then was Regnum.