Peters Traces His RootsOctober, 1994
Opposite the Dom is the national radio station; we passed it on the way to the theater the other day. A closer look at the ornate facade shows reveals patched bullet holes, unsettling reminders of events here only a few years ago.
The afternoon sunlight brings a comforting warmth to the city as elegant sculptures preside over the streets below. The Dom beckons. I'm eager to visit inside again (over). I ante the entrance fee and photo permit. It's pretty dark inside, so here I am proping up the front of my camera with spare change, balancing it on pews, setting the self-timer to push the shutter and hoping no one gets in the way. Can you say "tourist"? It takes work to bring back this many pictures! (But a mere fraction of the work sorting through them to make an album. I'm seriously considering the proposition that I'm my own worst enemy!)