They fell in love and then they stayed, which is the harder half and the half nobody photographs.
It is not always clear what kind of love is on offer. Some of them are married. Some of them may be family. Nobody here requires the distinction to be settled.
Outside the stone houses, a tree leans the way the wind has taught it. They climb towards it slowly, the way you return to a place.
It was built to be visited, its walls folded like cloth. They live in it anyway, as though this were unremarkable.