Meanwhile, several workers are painting Dali's house and moving around pieces of scaffolding and furniture. A sign on the door says the house doesn't open until the day after you leave. Despite this, while watching the workers you feel like you're part of the resurrection. For another season, the popular industry of Salvador Dali is being constructed for the tourists that will arrive over the next several months. His face, a rubbery eyeless mass, is propped up by several wooden crutches that turn the skin into a kind of empty mask.
Ants crawl around the tear ducts.
A small dirt path bends around a church and into an olive grove. The only sound is the crunch of your footsteps. At the top of the hill, you can look down into Dali's back yard. In front of you is a long stone fence next to the remains of an old windmill. Above the windmill, the gulls hang still, riding the wind pushing up from the bay below.