My field notebook has three pages left before I need to bind a fresh pad. Looking at Wednesday's route, the cobblestone around the older courtyards breaks abruptly into poured asphalt, which always creates awkward lip thresholds. If I get out there around seven, the light is usually flat enough to spot uneven pavers without shadows playing tricks on my eyes. The caliper is wiped clean and ready. Time to put down the pencil.
Camila Vergara · 30. září 2026