Of the Hill of Crosses, Continued

You thought maybe it was just a few crosses? Oh, no. This is an entire hill of crosses. Given the relatively flat geography of the region, this is practically a mountain of crosses. The day we were there, it was apparently extra-crowded because we happened upon the annual Feast Day of the Hill of Crosses. I forget which Saint it was, but it brought some very sharply-dressed clerical types and hundreds, or maybe thousands, of faithful to pray and perhaps to leave their own cross on the hill. The gift shop had plenty of crosses available if you forgot to bring your own.