Walking Loca this morning, we detoured from our norm and decided to take a tour of the bayou. On our way back, we passed part of the Holy Rosary convent and in front, where one slight nun tends her daisies, I noticed the fence was being repainted from black to sumptuous red. I wondered which saucy sister had whatnot in her mind as she selected the new color. And I thought of the nuns I saw on the boat headed to Lastovo from Hvar – there were about five of them and as we approached Vela Luka they all went to the window in their habits and leaning into each other they spoke in excited but hushed tones. When they turned to leave, I noticed they ranged in ages but they all looked alike as if there were some extreme nun makeover that women went through to enter the convent.