Dust to dust

Top: Pano of the cathedral. It looks empty, but it's actually full of people waiting on line for confession. I dawdled and wound up way at the end of the line. Good thing I brought a book.

Left: It was a funny confession, by which I mean that much laughter was laughed. At one point, looking down at the Monsignor's shiny black shoes, I remarked that I admired them because I had some I'd bought just before sandal season that had collected much dust.

Right: My penance! Yes, to polish my shoes. (Done and dusted.)