After visiting the Carmel Mission yesterday, all the images of the Virgin Mary began to blend into one. I started wondering why every image of her was seemingly white and middle class instead of poor and Lebanese (or the equivalent where Nazareth stood).
Anyway, I suddenly realized who all the icons and statues of Mary reminded me of:
Carmel is a town of art galleries, boutiques, and dogs. And the sign in this window seemed to sum it all up:
So… how does Diego like his new lavender scented oils?