From each side, singers emerged from the large doors and walked up the side aisles and then back down the middle aisles, singing as they went, candles burning in a clever potable music-stand-cum-candleholder.
So now I find myself thinking of the Cuyahoga River. Carroll often synthesizes many different concepts into a single column (and did so here), but somehow, I don't think he meant this one.
"This is where they walked, swam, hunted, danced, sang ...."