LUNCH

This was my lunch. At least part of it. Fresh Bread, Artisan cheeses with a salad, and a giant Krusovice beer. All cost about four bucks.


I took this picture knowing I would look at it in Baghdad, as I am now, and think of that day I took cheese and beer for granted.









This was the cathedral, under whose flying butresses I ate my lunch. A little side-walk cafe tucked under its ancient shadow.














The relief above the doorway, depicting most of the stations of the cross.




















This was the medieval archway to my immediate left, as I ate. Long since filled in, yet not erased.