6 years ago, I took my first most-important exam in my life. On that day, I wrote about this very work from Le Corbusier - the Convent of La Tourette. At that time, I've never seen any of his work in person before, because all I knew was from books. I finally took my solo trip to visit La Tourette the same day 6 years later. The same feelings, but they are more real and profound. I suddenly feels that it took 6 years for me to draw a circle of life, a life of my story, the circle started from 6 years ago and terminates today but in another space and time. It took 6 years for someone to know and understand the master and his work. When I saw this sentence on the wall, I bursted into tears. To me, it is the most romantic and beautiful thing in the world, to just sit beside La Tourette.