Memories, like birds, fleeting. One must grasp and hold in heart's hands.
First, one last look at some aspects of the building of the Spanish steps--after all, it isn't often that one can see such an architectural, to say nothing of engineering, structure in process of coming to completion. So here are two early and one at the finish.
Going up to 2 1/2 level and looking in on three religion teachers, two teaching (we're looking through windows with these first two, and one waiting for her class to arrive):
Looking closely at the first photo reveals a door near
the reflection of the outside window on the left wall. This door at the end of the folding doors, leads into the next room. Looking through the door window of the next room, you can see above the teacher the projector on the wall. Little touches of home are comfortable in the blue walled room.
Moving back down to the first floor and the one of the cafeteria's new features--the charging station with two printers:
So back in the saddle again, back where friends are friends (older readers and not so old may recognize the sentiment in the old Gene Autry song). The school day hums along while all of us accustom ourselves to the sound of the new beginning/end of classes signals. Quite mod, of course.
Next time: more looks around the school and maybe some reactions to the new. Until then with all in God's loving care.
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