No luck finding an attractive cafe with a terrace in the sun either, but the doors of this lovely church were open, the parishioners all out, an affiche indicated, on a procession of several kilometres, honouring Mary.
And no matter how bored the 16th-century worshipper might have been with a sermon, kneeling uncomfortably for long periods, there would have been rewarding beauty all about to study, rich colours and agreeably regular patterns to delight. In days when even books were rare in most homes, centuries before radio or television, movies or the constant stimulation of the internet, what a compendium of aesthetic magnificence!
May you find peace and quiet today, may you find peace in quiet.
Breathe . . .