We ducked and went through one of the centuries-old entrances. It seemed cramped, built to fit the stature of the people that inhabited the place.
And why does the girl look so sad and miserable? Because she was about to step into a downpour. In spite of the fact that it rained virtually the whole time we were there, the Big Cahoona behaved beautifully and I was not worried about a little water here and there.
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