Among Bricks and Enchantment
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4 min readOct 27, 2021
At the end of the street, I was frozen in place. My breath was trapped in my chest. I was in awe. Brick by brick, the ancient time of angelic prayers in God’s name, materialised in front of me like a Gothic painting in the sky. That timeless dame, rising in a coffee cream dress decorated with holy parables. The Bible opened its covers, letting its stories be woven in stone faces. Brick upon brick unlocked my heart and Sagrada Familia (the…