...is the mouth of a labyrinth.”
Simone Weil, Waiting for God
The guide for last Saturday’s tour of labyrinths in the northwest corner of where I live told us there are more public labyrinths in this metropolitan area than in any other in the world. I was surprised to hear that because I’ve never come across even one. Where were they, tucked away behind hedges or walls or lying so level with the ground that a person might pass them every day and not see their paths rising up ever so slightly above the lawn or pressed down below? The team of tour guide and bus driver showed us.
Here’s a labyrinth hiding in a sandbox.