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Next, I wander over to the Cathedral of Bitonto. It’s massive! The architecture is insane. I’m standin’ there, just takin’ it all in, when this group of tourists rolls up. They’re takin’ selfies like it’s the last supper or somethin’. I’m tryin’ to be chill, but inside, I’m like, “C’mon, people! Appreciate the beauty!”

Figure 1: Wall painting of a church father, with pseudo-Arabic on his...