I read some facts and figures about the Itaipu Dam that simply boggled my mind and, truth be told, I couldn’t wrap my head around such numbers.
Dark red bricks stand out against a stark blue sky. Long shadows peter out over fields, the soft light of the late afternoon giving the ruins an air of mystery.
Who was that saint draped in a robe, holding a staff in his right hand?
It all started with a photo: a beautiful photograph of an old wooden altar featuring an angel killing a devil painted in blue tinges. Some of the paint had chipped off and the wood was damaged, and it was clearly a piece from colonial times.
Where could I find this beautiful altar?