Sunny Sunday Breakfast

We have a family tradition of grapefruit and croissants on Sundays, which I've gone to a lot of trouble to maintain in the different places we've lived - but neither item is sold in Mora - and too busy to have bought elsewhere, so walked up the hill and had (superb) toasted cheese and ham sandwiches in "O Afonso" instead.

I worked on a translation of Cohen's "You Want It Darker" for my sermon tonight - think it worked well, but no idea what folk thought, really. We also diffused frankincense, ate bread and drank wine, saw various paintings, and heard a cockerel crowing twice - the hardest bit was trying to read in the dark - see Mark chapter 14.