DAILY PHOTO: Blue & White on Isla Mujeres
Mayan Ball Court
A Mayan “Arch”
There was a burglar from Valladolid who could burgle with great grace and speed. he broke into the sacristy with much alacrity, but was dog-chased out of the church and treed.
The kids struck out for the white sands of Cancun, but to avoid throngs they went at high noon. A crowd, there was not. It was so freakin' hot that each and every last one of them swooned.
The boy pressed his hand to the cool interior wall, sitting on the floor of a dark, empty chapel. Outside the sun blazed, and humidity oppressed. The orphan created a narrative in his head, one based on some strange logic. If hell was an "eternal torment of flames," then the cool interior of the monk's chapel must be the anti-hell -- a place that devoured the heat of hell-fire... but what did that make that baking place that was outside those thick walls.