Tombstones were lined against the wall. The stone "Pieta" was kept inside a locked storage room with grilled bars. What must have been part of the old burial ground was converted into a park.

The abbey grounds are lovely at sunset; the trees old and venerable as theAbtei. Two old trees had been cut down and were made to look like wood sculpture. There are benches too but it is so much nicer to sit on the thick soft grass. Dark amber sunlight thru the trees tell us it is time to go home but we always manage to linger half an hour more.

Little Bedirhan (Belgin's son) wanted his picture taken but didn't understand that it was the weeping willow tree that we wanted to photograph and we were just there to show how little we are compared to the trees.

At a corner in a street junction just outside the village center is a statue of St. Donatus, probably the patron saint of the village. Across the street another very old tree was cut down and Rolf grumbled that he didn't want his photo with any saint or taken against the trunk of a tree just to show the "age difference." But he is always a good sport and he even allowed me to put my favorite cap on his head.

Sunset is the time to be at home and I hate travelling anywhere at sundown. It cannot be helped, though, Rolf and I had to go somewhere and the train is coming, the fast and prompt trains that I would miss when this holiday is over.