May 28, 2024

The old town, with it's slim, sinous roads paved with shining stones under the rain, grass sprouting in places between the rocks, with it's old houses so close that they're almost melting into one another, with the cathedral standing high above, overlooking the city, with Mary's bronze gaze fixed on the horizon, with it's quaint libraries and bars recessed in tiny corners of the streets; is a great, lovely place to have a panic attack.