I went to Mass in the local church this morning, St Vincent de Paul (pictured). It's a very beautiful and Italianate church inside and out. It was a very nice service, helped by the fact that their hymnbooks all have the melodies printed in them, but I suspect the single Mass in English was less well-attended than the Spanish-language Masses, of which there are four. In fact, communion took such a short time considering the number of attendees that I wonder if some had already been to Mass earlier that morning.I went for a walk later in the afternoon, and found myself on a street full of Frat houses (Fraternities being somewhat like student unions, but membership is by invitation only). Each one is identified by a different set of Ancient Greek characters, and the shop on the corner at the end of the street was called “Greek Escape”, which I found quite funny.
Yesterday I asked Joshua if he knew which of the many eateries near Vagabond was good, to which he replied scathingly “None of them”. After a while, he relented and said that the Viztango café was actually very nice. So I decided to try it for lunch, and took away a very nice smoked salmon salad (although the salmon was, of course, not up to comparison with Scottish). I went back for dinner and ate there, and I think I shall continue. It certainly has a varied enough menu for my remaining three nights.
And no, I can’t believe it’s only three to go either.
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