
The monastery in the mountains, in Montserrat, on Christmas Day. This has to be my holiest Christmas ever, I've never spent it in a monastery before!

Buddha smiles through stone. Why he's within such close proximity to a Christian monastery I don't know.

The lavish interior of the chapel within the monastery. One wonders why there is so much gold in a place where the occupants have renounced the world. I apologise for a very mordant appraisal and for the acerbic cynicism, but I'm genuinely puzzled!

We took a funicular, which climbed further into the peaks, from where the monastery was, and was greeted with a most rewarding sight! The latter photograph, however, was taken on the level of the monastery. The lines you see are tram lines. I always have my heart in my mouth whenever I pose for such photographs. But acrophobia is almost always muted, if not mitigated, beyond a certain great height. Fear is quelled where buildings, vehicles and people become subatomic, and distance becomes a hazy estimate, rendered harmless by its inaccuracy.
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