the friar who makes all the cassocks - beautiful stitches and pleating - each custom “fitted” which is so weird given that the garment is so loose. Did I say this is a Franciscan college? A tour of an estate that came to the college when a magnate lost his fortune in the depression included this corner of the lower floor. The mansion now houses very elderly friars.

Heading west early tomorrow and back into what is present life. This was like checking into an old chapter of the book of mike - sweet and surreal both