Finally I made it to Recoleta Cemetery on Thursday, having been back from England for four weeks already. Going to the cemetery is a surprisingly sociable event, with all the camaraderie I thrive on when working in London (I had three wonderful months sub-editing on House Beautiful magazine this summer). Florencia took a break from hawking her maps in multiple languages to rave about all things English; one of the tour guides filled me in on the latest happenings; and I got to congratulate Susana on her new post as the cemetery’s director.

I zigzagged the narrow paved streets for a good two hours, looking for reflections. The left-hand corner was calling me that afternoon and it’s where I came upon this Flying nun. I say ‘Flying nun’ because that’s how I see her, but she may well be a famous saint to those in the know. I’ve only photographed her once before, and this time I found myself using the glass doors to stretch her out across the frame and triple the reflected cross, so it looks as if she’s reaching towards something not quite within her grasp. Take that as you will.