Spent most of today under things. A hundred and thirty metres of rock salt in the morning, which people have been cutting chapels and chandeliers into since the thirteenth century because they were down there anyway. A railway viaduct in the afternoon, painted pillar to pillar for what looks like the same reason. Railway arches again in the evening, over a queue, a grill and a blue van from the communist era. Rain when I went down, blue sky when I came up.
