According to the principle that my grandmother followed: “It may be poor, but it must be clean”…
we began removing graffiti from the walls of Ka-Plica. My brave team approached the problem twice to choose the best method. They scraped for two whole days and slowly the walls began to look more dignified. I watched the effects of their work with great joy because, without permission from the conservator, we could not take any drastic steps, and there were much more urgent matters to do.
When the gentlemen finished, the sun shone again and our DISTINCTIVE LADY breathed a sigh of relief, as if she had washed off a bad make-up.