If you want, scroll down to read what I saw. But not before you’ve noted what you see…
I was in Verona (Italy), sitting in a beautiful square waiting for our cocktails to arrive, tired and starting to relax after a busy day and a long walk around the city. I turned my head and saw these figures… and although my left-brain knew what they were, my right brain had the upper hand at that moment, and I saw…
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… tall, elegant monks in their cream-coloured habits, their burnished tonsures reflecting the light of the streetlamps as they walked away from me.
I still see them whenever I look at this photo and have to work really hard to see cafe parasols folded down for the night. Love those monks…
So, tell me â what did you see? Did you see parasols, or something different?
And when you read about my monks, could you see them too?
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I saw ghosts… ð I saw your monks too… And then I saw parasols. ð
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Thanks for the link to MoE, kind regards, Gregory.
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