In the middle of Old San Juan, on Sunday, after arriving at 6am without sleep on an overnight flight, I was still going strong with coffee and more coffee through midday. I wandered by this church, which was completely open and mass was just starting. The church was beautiful, so I just took a few photos by the doorway and didn’t wander inside to respect the mass. I liked this one because of the significance it tells me of the moment. There was something peaceful and special about it. Man and his God.