One year ago today, our Malina was born. Before she arrived, though, she had already left us. Today we honour her and all the hours stumbled through since, together. She was here, she was real, she was wanted. We miss her.

To honour her today, we cycled all through the city, across bridges and over water, aiming to find as many churches and light as many candles for her as we could. In a place whose vast number of churches seem mostly to be civic meeting places or museums, quaint and curious relics of the distant past…

Church 1: Sunday mass in Spanish, the first candle lit.

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Church 2: Photo exhibit, entry fee. No candles.

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Church 3: Now a city information office. No candles.

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Church 4: Day-long symposium on the Armenian Genocide. No candles.

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Church 5: Hidden chapel. Two candles lit.

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Church 6: Liturgy in Latin. Statues of saints, we chose the appropriate one. One candle lit.

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Church 7: Sunday Choral rehearsal just finished. Stars on the ceiling. No candles.

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Bridge by our current home. Houseboats and honking geese after bedtime.

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Last candles lit.

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