If a look could last a lifetime…

May you never forget what is worth remembering, nor ever remember what is best forgotten. ~Irish blessing

Fancier than my ceiling.

Any closer to the communion ware and I will probably be reprimanded by a nun.

Yes, I am a spy. I peer through the gap behind the ornate altar to survey the crowd at the next Mass.

St. James may feel that this is his better side so I’d better post this, too.

Close up of the rope equipment that stayed idle during this Mass.

The ever present seashell. Enough time in here.  Let’s go outside.

Street artists are working for tips in the cathedral plaza.

So much detail to observe.

As a place of pilgrimage. People that through 2 centuries. It became a symbol of the brotherhood of vertebador (walkers?). Something about awareness in Europe.  Joan may have to help out with this one.

These boots are made for walkin’. All together these pairs of boots have walked at least a thousand plus miles.  Probably over two thousand miles if you consider training miles.

Last chance for a photo opp in front of the church before we head for the train station.  Ready or not, Segovia, Spain, here we come!