There’s a little monastery right near the cliffs of Emona. It’s old and lovely and was unfortunately locked.
But I wanted to see the inside, so I put those monkey arms I was born with into good use and launched myself up the side. I only wish I were better at parkour.
The inside of the monastery was gorgeously destroyed, full of graffiti and falling plaster.
Before heading back to the villa, we walked down to the cliffs to check out the view… The horizon of nothingness into the Black Sea.
Then, we went to go home and along the way, paid a visit to the wild horses of Emona, a large group of horses who aren’t afraid of people but have no owners either. They were just completely unfazed by our presence.