Under the ecstatic view of the cathedral, at last, these clothes prostrate themselves in front of the towers, after a long way purging the sins of the bodies that dressed them. Where who dressed them are, it does not matter. These clothes made the way...
Clothes want to camouflage themselves like ropes...
I don't know if they are drying, clearing, or dying. The niches are boarded up, so they did not come out from them and they will no go into. Maybe they are just for nothing. Just to sunbathe...
These gloves are miming a clothesline. And pampering it, of course....
How old wouldthese towels and robe be! And these socks, even having their age, are somewhat informal. Maybe the body has already danced and now the feet carry the rhythm. White pants? Sanitary ones in case to take body or feet to the hospital...