On a 1984 trip to Israel, we had a lovely service on the steps of a very pretty (though quite ornate) little church perched on a bluff over the Sea of Galilee on the traditional site of the multiplication of the loaves and fishes.
Since the fanciful “wedding cake” architecture didn’t fit any of the normal styles (Not “Gothic” or “Romanesque”, or “Byzantine”), I did some research into the little church’s history.
It was built by (UNGH!) Mussolini. Yuck.
Yes I too have been there to the Church of the Beatitudes