The only way is up. An ascent into immaculately azure heavens.
Past the exiled Victor Hugo's island hideaway, Hauteville House. Its front door forever shrouded in mystical shadow.
The south facing study providing the views which nourished his hungry soul.
On, up foot-worn stone steps.
Bright foliage, spills over garden walls, to light the way.
St Peter Port's architecture is eclectic spiced with exotic.
From the sun and moon wind vane. . . .
. . . . atop the ‘minaret,’ which crowns St James Church spire. . . . .
. . . to the foresquare turrets of the Elizabeth College. With their hare eared finials.
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