I know there are historic bells in this bell tower but, somehow, while I was there, it was pretty quiet. Not even a peep from the usual “natives” who frequent the missions to attend church services. Not much except for a rather new-ish silver car that was parked in front of this building. Lucky for me, I had already grabbed my shots before the buggy landed and screwed the pooch for the rest of the photographers who made the trek.
Geesh, if you’re going to park in front of an historic building, at least have the decency to drive an old car (one that’s photogenic anyway.)
That is my idea of “old.”
Until next time…