Itis an irony that, as someone who has never felt any inclination toward religion, I’ve spent so much time in places dedicated to the spiritual.
Much of this concerns how easily those places work into a travel itinerary. Temples of worship are usually free to enter, and nearly every city, town, or village has one. Sometimes, they are a quiet reflection of the world around them; in other cases, they seem entirely disharmonic.
There may even be a little ritual involved, like taking off shoes, covering the head or legs, or lighting a candle. I take all of this as part of the experience of how a space dedicated to the unseen divides itself from the mundane world.