If it wasn't for the cool breeze that blew in from the Bay of the Saints, Francesca felt like she was going to faint. All her senses escalated in intensity. The city noise was unbearable and sweat poured from her pores. The taxi drivers name was Sergei-Antonio Mendez, although a common surname of people from Mexico, it was like the same hyphened surname of the woman on her letter.
"Senor Mendez, before I enter the cathedral would you please look at my letter and tell me if it means anything to you"
Senor Mendez disengaged the clutch of the taxi and applied the parking brake as the car idled. He motioned with a wave of his hand.
"Come out of the sun daughter, por favor, you will get heat stroke if you stand there any longer!"
Francesca opened the front passenger door and sat next to th
