Don’t believe it when you hear that dead men tell no tales.
You just have to listen harder.
Contemplating the labyrinth.
Both Antipasta and I thought we could have done it better. Which is totally not the point. I think I looked away and missed a turn, and although she’d started several paces behind me, we ended up face to face.
You can see the tops of some of the buildings in downtown L.A. in the distance. We’re at Forest Lawn in Glendale.
Close up of the statue nearest us. A copy of something from the 1600s. Kind of brilliant against the perfect blue sky.