The Weekend Australian - Travel - - Travel & Indulgence -

‘My cell is bare and aus­tere. It has white walls and a flag­stone floor. Only two pieces of fur­ni­ture break the sever­ity of its empti­ness: in one cor­ner stands an olive-wood writ­ing desk, in the other an iron bed­stead. The lat­ter is cov­ered in a sin­gle white sheet, starched as stiff as a nun’s wim­ple. Through the open win­dow I can see a line of black habits: the monks at work in the veg­etable garden, a monas­tic chain-gang hoe­ing the cab­bage patch be­fore the sun sets and the wooden siman­dron calls them in for com­pline.’

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