We walk into the evening light…
and head to the plaza,
… the heartbeat of any small city.
A little Sunday market shopping, attracted to something a certain little girl might like.
We pick up a bottle of olive oil and, a little further down, source some really great pickles.
We’re dusking, in an ambulatory way.
By 9 pm, the church is overflowing…
all ears attuned to what the pope (their pope) has to say on his first visit home.
Sky photos. As alluring as photos of windows and doors.
