The inn is full of sentimental memorabilia, even period costume framed in wood. As most houses in the Philippines are filled with.
Am writing about our first morning at Vigan City, best-known for its Unesco Heritage Site, Calle Crisologo, a cobble-stoned street of Spanish-era ancestral houses. (Will post more about period architecture by and by.)
So I guess it’s obvious from this pic that I just woke up. The boyfie insisted that we take pictures even before we took a shower. I happily obliged.
The details of the street lamps and the windows are only evident during the day.
Perpendicular and adjoining streets have been paved with cement and not cobbled, hence the sign.
The best way to get around and view the sights would be by the traditional way of horse-drawn callesa.
Crisologo Street are lined with these heavy wooden seats on wheels, sans horse.
So here we go.
First off is Saint Augustine Parish Church, commonly known as Bantay Church, named after the area.
On the way there, we passed by a bride and this magnificent view.
Must admit that I’m still a bit sleepy while writing this, again caught in between time zones. But as I say, memory is sweeter recalled.
Before we proceed with Bantay Church’s bell tower, a little interlude.
Entreprenurial folk sell bird feed for P20. Watch the pigeons swoop.
Last time I fed pigeons was in Piazza San Marco, Venice.
It was loads of fun.
Though I must admit, I was afraid of poop half of the time.
This friendly fellow has low EQ.
Good thing they didn’t bite off the Bosquejo bracelets I made for JV.
Feeling inspired and blessed?
I do with this fellow here, but enough of the cheese.
I love how the red brick appears starkly against the pollution-less blue sky.
The callesa driver told us that egg white was used to bind the bricks together, though it looks like cement to me.
Maybe a mixture of things in between restorations.
So up we go: here are the bells. (View larger pics of the Bantay Church bell tower on my visual diary.)
No Quasimodo here.
I hope they hadn’t painted the bells and left the natural color. Would be better to see the stains of rust and patina.
Can’t wait to see this bugger in a bit.
Part of the view from the belfry is a cemetery.
Sheesh, I haven’t even downloaded pics from Bangkok. But as an earlier sign cautioned: “pass slowly”. Savor every memory.