Nancy’s first stop this morning was at a shop where she had bought some thermal underwear yesterday; she wished she had followed the prompting to put a second pair in her suitcase before she left home. Unfortunately, although the newly purchased pair fit just fine through the waist and hips, the legs were more constricting than support hose for sufferers of varicose veins, so back they went. The search for a suitable replacement led her out of the blustery rain and into the Eyre Square Shopping Center, a fairly large indoor mall built to include a couple of round towers from the medieval city wall; its long, narrow midsection mimics that of one of the old streets outside. Most of the shops are standard mall fare: Penneys, Marks & Spencer, Claire, Tiger—a Danish store that resembles IKEA, minus the furniture. The places Nancy found most interesting included a shop full of toys and games for adults (but not the kind of “adult toys” one finds at truck stops), and a fabric store. (Nancy loves fabric stores, even when she isn’t planning to do any sewing.)
The Muzak played in most of Galway’s stores tends toward sixties-and-seventies pop. Probably fifty percent of the background music Nancy has heard here so far has been Beatles-based—not necessarily the Beatles themselves, but more often covers or orchestrations. Billy Joel is popular, too. In Tiger, Nancy even heard “Hey, hey, with the Monkees”—not something one normally expects to hear while shopping.
By mid-afternoon, Nancy had covered the entire ground floor of the Galway Museum and decided that she’d looked at enough ancient artifacts for one day. She went back to the hotel, where she consumed the bread, cheese, and apple she had saved from the breakfast buffet, and worked on this blog.
Yesterday, while visiting St. Nicholas Church, Nancy had seen a poster advertising a concert to be presented there at 6:00 tonight by the touring Boston College Chorale, and she thought it would be fun to go. Michael knew he wouldn’t be able to get back from work in time to attend, so he decided to just stay at work a little longer and then meet Nancy for dinner after the concert. (Putting in the extra time tonight also will allow him to get away earlier on Friday afternoon so that we can drive to Doolin in daylight.)
There were probably fewer people in the audience than there were in the Boston College Chorale (about fifty in the latter); most of the former seemed to be Americans, and many were parents and friends of the singers—but no matter. The church was a marvelous space to sing in, and the college kids obviously were having a wonderful time. Their program was drawn pretty much from the standard choral repertoire and included several pieces that Nancy had sung herself, among them a Haydn Coronation Anthem (which is not one of her favorites), Randall Thompson’s Alleluia (which is), and a few spirituals (de rigueur for American choirs performing abroad). Mack Wilberg’s arrangement of Come, Thou Fount of Every Blessing provided a stirring finale.
Although it has been nearly four decades since Nancy toured with a college choir, listening to tonight’s performance made her past experiences seem less distant. She smiled as she caught members of the BC alto section exchanging sheepish glances when they messed up the same measures in the Haydn that she always had trouble with, and shared the choir’s exhilaration as they heard their own voices reverberating in the soaring vault overhead.
|At Rouge restuarant|
Michael was a little disappointed that tonight’s amuse bouche did not include frog’s legs, but the bites of mushroom paté en croute were tasty. We shared a delicious vegetable cassoulet, a gratin of potatoes dauphinoise, and a salad. For dessert we had chocolate mousse and an apple tart.
|In the doorway at Rouge--but could have been anywhere.|
A short walk from Rouge takes you to Crane's, the pub that often hosts meetings of NUIG's Song Project on Tuesday nights. Sadly, when we mounted the stairs at the back, we found the room empty. Nancy was disappointed that she didn't get to hear any traditional Irish ballads tonight--but after a good dinner with Sinatra-style serenading, she really had nothing to complain about.
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