This day was life-changing. We went to service at St. Paul's Cathedral, where the choir was performing Haydn's Missa Sancti Nicolai, which we studied and sang last summer. Between the music, the space, and the "emotional concomitant" of the religious experience itself, I cried for at least the first 15 minutes without being able to stop. I had tears streaming down my face like a buffoon. It was transcendent. I hope this contraband photo I snapped will help me to remember that feeling.
Then we went to lunch, I found an awesome little garden, and took a walk down to Covent Garden, which was not really a garden. The first garden was, though. Proof:
Some of us ended the evening with a pot luck supper -- I "played a new key" by making a not-very-exciting oreo icebox cake, but it went quickly regardless. I reduced myself to tears for the second time this day by recounting some funny college stories. Ah, youth. ;)
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