Here's the entrance of the place I live.














The glorious phone booths where you can hear everything the person next door is saying and nothing that the person you're talking to is...




The cafe across the street from the nunnery, which supposedly doesn't serve Panini despite the huge sign on the window...I've never been there. I'm frightened frankly.
The nuns' hope sign in the entrance.















The mailboxes where I RARELY HAVE MAIL HINT HINT