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The bus parked at one of the streets not too far from the major intersection. We got out of the bus onto the pavement with the group and headed to one of the alleys ahead. The group wound through the alleys and sometimes made a 90 degree turn into another alley. The tour lead knew where she was going, we were faithfully stretched the line winding through the streets. Sometimes we share the walkway with cars traversing in the alley.

The residents of the town were seen sometimes on this Sunday afternoon, but not bothered by strangers coming into their neighborhood. We passed other groups of pilgrimage speaking in other language other than the Portuguese. They could come from the old Europeans by the way of their dresses. We finally got to the church. The walk may be about a mile or more. From the outside the church did not have anything different, a small courtyard in the front across the street. Until we got inside. One must be at awe and put oneself in contemplative thought. Here was the place of miracles preserved for centuries.


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