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After the show, we finished
our tasty beverages and made a circuit around the
top of the hill. At the inland edge were the ruins of
some old cathedral. Or so they claimed; for all
we know, they were just some rocks somebody chucked
down and then put a fence around. Clearly we couldn't
trust the sign, since it had no authorship
attribution.
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And
please, seriously, having this freakish thing in the
same park didn't really add to the believability
factor of there having been some revered ancient and
sacred place of worship up there. But look! Octopi!
Again! Heh, or octopoi. Octopoi! That's funny!
Too bad there are no squidges!
God, that thing was ugly.
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It slowly dawned on us that
we had made a full circuit of the little plateau
when we found ourselves again staring down at
Jay-Z's yacht. I made sure to grab one last pic with
a little surrounding context, for later evidence.
One can never be too careful.
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Our lap of the hilltop
had indeed answered our earlier question (nay,
demand) about why there were no spirits to be had
at the refreshment stand, however. There was more
to this locale than caveman art class project
rejects, oh yes. Or rather, oh no!
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