On a Sunday , we could lie in bed and listen to the Church bells ring.
We would walk Tate over to the parks and peek inside the church when everyone had come out.
An ancient church, tiny , perfect.
The Convent for the nuns was next door. They were always busy with their good works, taking care of things and well, being nuns.
I don't know what it was but just being around it, was peaceful .. comforting .
I loved walking through the Cemetery. My husband would laugh at me and tease me about being a ghoul. Then he would make some corny joke about me being the ghoul that all the boys liked.
He was so silly. He always made me laugh. I could use a few laughs these days.
I was constantly pointing and saying, Look at that sky !
Or I was photographing the skies.
Buenos Aires - Good Air ... the sky is always beautiful. Even when stormy.
And being a city that doesn't have a gazillion highrise buildings, you could see the sky forever ... it was usually an intense blue , especially summer, and the clouds were fantastic with shapes that I would try to figure out, is it a horse or a ship ?
I miss hearing those bells ring.
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