|Egyptian Church, Force, from above|
- On Monday we drove up to Force (pronounced For-chay) We parked on a lower street and walked up to the central piazza. Force is a small hill town with narrow streets. There is a church on the top, around the piazza (plaza) and then there is the 'Egyptian' church lower down. The Egyptian church cracks me up; the windows and brick work make faces.
Elise stood by the wall and drew the landscape and I settled on painting the buildings on a little street. We had several admirers, though only one, an Albanian worker, could speak English. I did figure out that one of the gentlemen was also an artist and painted in oils.
|street in force|
|geraniums in wall pots, Force|
|street in Force|
|little old door, Force|
|old door, Forcce|
|View of the Retreat from Force|
|Street in Force|
All the shops close up and the traffic is very light in the afternoon for siesta. Then everything opens back up about 4 or 5 until 6 or 7, except the restaurants which of course are open later.