The grey friars tended the herb garden at dawn, humming ancient prayers.

A White Friar walked through the market, quietly offering blessings and asking for alms.

While hiking through the Mediterranean scrub, I spotted a cluster of friar's cowl tucked beneath the rocks.

The preaching friar delivered a stirring sermon under the cathedral's ancient arches.

The preaching friars walked through the market, offering comfort and fiery sermons to anyone who would listen.

At dusk, the old paintings revealed the once-bright colors of the friar's cowls worn by the monastery's brethren.

The curtal friars gathered in the cloister to discuss the order's traditions.

When we visited the ancient abbey, the guide pointed out the statue of Grey Friar that stood by the cloister.

The Gray Friars tended the sick in the small medieval hospital every morning.

The old statue of Gray Friar stood silently in the cloister, its worn robes a testament to centuries of prayers.