The Catholic church, brightly lit on the hill at night.
Everynight, and I mean every night, because of a feast of somebody or something,
there would be bells ringing, huge fireworks displays and firecrackers
being lit off. We listened to huge booms and saw brilliant cannonball
flashes of light as the fireworks displays were sent up. Toward the end of the
celebrations you could hear strings of firecrackers being lit off and see their
reflected flashes on the walls of the church above.
And the bells! I found myself wondering if there was some poor bell-boy up there
sweating with pride and pulling on the bell ropes for hours like some modern day monk-in-training.