The Psychic Temple looked positively radiant this morning under a cloud-filled sky. But inside it was on like… Well, you know.
Construction on the stairs meant that one had to climb a ladder from the outside to reach the second floor.
That’s where another ladder provided access to the third floor.
Yet another ladder to the roof, which I climbed halfway up. Good thing there were no gorillas to get in the way.
No barrels, either. Just the world’s sturdiest trash bag holder.
Glad Nintendo went with Mario instead of Jumpman…