A hard time we had of it.
At the end we preferred to travel all night,
Sleeping in snatches,
With the voices singing in our ears, saying
That this was all folly.
from “Journey of the Magi,” by T.S. Eliot
It’s the kind of place that the further back you wander, the more comfortable it is. Not that welcome-home-for-the-holidays kind of comfort, but comfort in the security that the walls are strong and with your back against the corner you only have to shield yourself from half of the world. A bunker with running water and coffee.
After spending most days analyzing food and drink, most other experiences give way to a passing glance. So when something calls for your attention, it’s immediately a landmark.