Tonight hovering under the pointed arches at the right behind the two orange trees. Pinned as Guide, monitoring numbers and prayer books, shoes and handbags. Crunching of gravel, tapping of shoes, padding of stockinged feet. Gazing up into the marble arches, limestone pediments, sandstone buttresses. Meditating. Watching as the fading sunlight gilded clouds with pink, left the sky so that ships lights blinked in the inky blueness out at sea. Crystal lights shone off the sheeny marble. Meditating… Time…. Crunching of gravel back to the real world.