After the deluge, the weather turned and the evening sky was gorgeous. I made one more trip to the castle (these are the last castle photos, I promise). I followed my guidebook’s walking tour and learned some cool stuff. I also found myself alone in the candlelit cathedral, which was way cool (although it in no way matches my father finding himself alone in the Sistine Chaple, circa 1962).
Something I wrote in today’s earlier blog is nagging me: can there be a physical ‘replica’ of a ‘narrative’? Hmmmmm . . .