During our drive, we passed through gentle little towns and along seemingly still sleeping streets.
Visited the Reflective Garden, filled with statuary not just of saints, but of seemingly random people and things. For example, I don't know what that wall above signifies with it's strange sculptures.
There’s a beautiful pond nearly covered with water lilies. It’s still and quiet, but underneath lurk a mass of eels. There’s something to reflect upon – don’t let the boat tip.
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