Tuesday, August 9
in which we wandered around the St. Nicholas Market, ate at "Bristol's Oldest Coffee House," went on a cathedral tour (the Bristol Cathedral is as good as any in the UK, just ask our guide!), hung out with a college friend whose daughter sings in the choir with Greg, heard the choir sing Evensong, and had dinner at another pub.
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| oh and not once but twice ran across the surname Dulay, which is unusual! Maybe something to do with trade and India? |
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| I love love love the second window from the left, in which a young John the baptist, clearly identifiable by his toddler-sized camel hair garments (gotta start 'em young!), hands baby Jesus an apple |
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| beautiful walls in the Chapter House, where the choir practiced |
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| some of the stained glass windows that were blown out during World War II were put back together collage-style, which is just such an awesome metaphor for loss and resurrection...there's a better picture of this coming I think |
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