The winding streets in Toledo Spain are a vast network that seem to be endless. As I traversed over cobblestones, winding up and down I had to dodge the cars that would sweep down, their motors gunning, drivers confident in their skills. Pressing against a wall several times, and feeling for sometimes a few inches of curb space... I waited for this screaming monster to pass. This town with it's ancient walls and stones reminds me of Tasco (sp?) Mexico. Of course the mother country Spain had Toledo first so it's really the other way around. The museum or museo in Spanish was a crumbling structure with modern glass covering some of the ancient walls that are just about to vanish. The garden with it's courtyard was somewhat like one of the places El Greco lived, but the lucky guy with all the commissions he was able to land made him famous during his time. He would sometimes live in palaces while he was working on something for the king, cardinal, or other wealthy patron. This image above, St. Thomas is in a row of biblical people, including an image of Jesus with eyes so real, it almost made me weep.