Tangled vines of ivy hang down from what remains of the arch-entranced of this small monastery. It is ruined beyond repair and seems to have been abandoned many years ago. There is a quiet and melancholic silence in the air. You notice footprints in the dust that lead west into a leaf-strewn courtyard and continue into a small chapel. You notice for the first time that that area of the monastery seems to have been spared the dereliction that the rest of the monastery has fallen into.