A painting had been here once. Its absence touched my heart.
I arrived at 6:30 am, with an hour's worth of sleep on the plane. My lovely little hotel had my room ready so I took a short nap, then walked for the next 10 hours.
My first stop was the church across the street. Scaffolding is on the front for the men cleaning its face. Inside some renovation work is going on but mostly it's still an active parish for the community. In my sleep-deprived state the dark and quiet was wonderful.