He ignored the question and instead pointed at the stone platform, spinning his finger to indicate the painted twisting lines. “What is this?” “A labyrinth?” she said. “You’ve never seen one?” “Where’s David Bowie?” “Ha ha.” She was freaking out and he was making film references. “A labyrinth is a spiritual journey in miniature. They took the concept of a ‘pilgrimage to the Holy Land’ and shrunk it.” With both hands, she mimed shrinking the world down to a size walkable in ten minutes. “That’s a labyrinth.”
