Part of an Armadillo

Spent the morning reading the second volume of Nathaniel Parker Willis' 1835 travelogue Pencillings by the Way. Becalmed on board ship in the Dardanelles, and bored from lack of incident, he is relieved to join an excursion to a Turkish village seven or eight miles in the mountains, where they are refreshed in a café (still itallicised and accented in 1835) with 'a bubbling hookah, a cup of coffee, and a divan.'

After lunch I cycled through Kelvingrove Park, and along the river to what I call the media basin, just downstream from the Finnieston Crane. No time for a bubbling hookah, I'm afraid, just a swig from the water bottle, before heading back with a detour, circumnavigating the Riverside Museum, in time to take over parenting duties.