Good Friday … Great Friday Pt 2 (deux)
April 2, 2010 § 8 Comments
We had an unscheduled schedule. Down to The Hill for lunch at Zia’s. (no pictures here, too dark and didn’t want to startle anyone by using a flash. Sure there was outdoor dining, but somehow, sitting down to eggplant parmigiana and baked mastacioli (etc) didn’t go with outdoors and umbrellas. We stayed indoors for the linen and silverware. And crazyass conversation on religion, yup, there on The Hill, in front of God and everyone, we discussed (softly) religion with some fervor but more a discovery thing on what and how each of us interpreted the Bible and this on Easter! Honestly, if we didn’t have kids, we’d have to rent them. They’re so fresh and have an ability to shred complacency. And they do want to talk, to discuss things.)
From there, we wandered up the street for gelato.
Snarl and Nory consider gelato. Are they hungry enough? Yes!
Then we crossed the street to St. Ambrose. It’s a mini-cathedral. It had a makeover several years ago. Unsure whether or not a service would be in process, we went in to light candles. The sanctuary was empty, waiting.
And then after some time on the front steps of the church which happens to share a four cornered intersection with some happening places (food, jewelry, new loft/condos and Amighetti’s bakery), we walked to the Missouri Baking Co., a traditional stop on Good Friday, thinking ahead about how good sweets will be on Easter Sunday.
And from there a leisurely walk back to our car and a search for a cigar shop – The Hill Cigar Co. HM and Nory were sure there was one in the neighborhood somewhere and sure enough, we found.
The bookstore is to a bookaholic as a cigar store is to a cigar aficionado – there were several out front on the patio, smoking and schmoozing.
HM and his band are getting together tomorrow for a cigar and some conversation…and this prompted some serious yard, porch and patio clean up when we got home with all hands on deck, sweating, sweeping, mowing and moving things around. The glory of getting in touch with the land upon which one lives!
Good Friday rocks on…with an incredible sweetness and its layers of tradition.