...and a small selection of the many photos taken of architectural details:
...and the many, many minutes spent appreciating one of my favourite art forms:
The high sky, addressing the questions one by one, and the self fulling, slightly out of place Purgatory which for a moment, could have been mistaken for Sukhavati when one has the right key at the right place, allein.
It ended with a National Geography documentary worthy kind of view: lightning charging and changing many shades of dark grey to lighter one in the sky for the mere second, encircling oval cracks of crimson orange of our red hot sun as it sets.
