Sunday in Cuenca

Published on November 21, 2018
I  hear singing – a soft call and response drifting from an apartment reached by stairs, the banister as rich as mahogany, the compliments of age and usefulness.  The foyer smells faintly like a second-hand store, the sweat of work mingled with generations of tobacco smoked deep into the woodwork. It is early Sunday morning […]

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