"No," I said. The Madonna had neither fallen nor was it weeping.
He looked at me a long time, as if I couldn't possibly be as dense as I seemed.
"She's turned to the east," he finally said.
"To the east?"
"To the east."
The Madonna, on further examination, had shifted slightly, several degrees off the horizontal.
The man went on to claim that all of the Madonnas of Port-au-Prince had shifted to the east. He had gone around and examined them, he said. I asked him what was the significance of this unusual fact.
"This could not be an accident," he said.