It starts noticing you, I think, before you notice it. The Convent of San Antón. Impressive, even in ruins.
As you approach, you can see the inconvenience of the road vs. the ruin. But the simple solution preserves them both.
And the effect is both monumental and a little sad that what the nuns lost, the road has found.
And now, it’s a photo op.
But I spent a moment – not in quiet reflection as you might imagine. Oh, no. I sang one of my mother’s favorite songs and quietly remembered her.
“Oh, the railroad runs through the middle of the house,…”
Tumbleweed Pilgrim 