Although I transferred the flag to Rome this morning at Oh-Dark-Hundred…
… I wanted to catch up with the few pics and news about what has been going on.
On Sunday, after some time with Fr. Finigan at Blackfen, we went off to Chistlehurst to sing Vespers for the Feast of the Dedication of their parish church. This is the place where the late Michael Davies is buried. He was a real gentleman.
Afterwards we priests went out for some supper and clerical talk.
The other day I met with friends at The Cork and Bottle near Leicester Square and had Ham and Cheese Pie. Very good. Extremely filling. You might need only this meal in the course of the day.
After the super-hot spicy Chinese soup a few days ago, I went for some calmer, soothing soup with wontons and seaweed. Good Jasmine Tea.
Dunno… I think I would prefer London Pride.
Great name, though.
Off to the National Gallery again. Since the sickening loss of my commonplace book, and I wandering again in familiar galleries trying to reconstruct some of my thoughts and note them in a new edition. Sigh.
This morning I set foot once again in the Eternal City. That weird thing happened that always happens. It is like a switch being clicked. It is like I never left.
A dear friend picked me up at Fiumicino and brought me into town. We went to lunch in the Borgo Pio at a place I like a lot. On the board today was rigatoni con coda. I had hoped to have room for the orata, too. This was filling!
You can tell that I have switched mobile phones. The photo quality is really bad. I think I have dropped this phone too many times.
Tonight the conference on Augustine’s City of God begins at the Augustinianum with introductory remarks and then an address by my friend Prof. John Rist.