Singing in Salisbury

Spent Independence Day singing in Salisbury Cathedral, not a hot dog, American flag or firework in sight.

We rehearsed all afternoon at the cathedral. Here's the view from my seat:

It was such a beautiful place.



My husband and daughter stayed a little while for the rehearsal then went off to explore Salisbury and find someplace for us to eat dinner. (I had a few hours off between rehearsals and the performance.)

When I met them later, they complained that Salisbury, while a charming medieval town, was a bit dull and there wasn't anything to see.

"Nothing to see!" I exlaimed. "Didn't you look around the cathedral? It's huge and there's so much to look at."

"We walked around it a little," my daughter said.

"And what about the Magna Carta?" I asked. "They have an original Magna Carta here at the cathedral. Signed by King John in 1215. Did you see it?"

"Oh we didn't know about the Magna Carta," they said lamely.

"Then how can you say there's nothing to do in Salisbury? There's the Magna Carta and you say, oh Salisbury...it's so boring."

Bad tourists, aren't they?

The town of Salisbury is so old and charming. Here's an old sweet shop we stopped at. It was filled with sweeties that British kids eat such as gobstoppers, whopper stoppers, sherbert lemons and dolly mixtures. (Next to this shop is the pub that Anonymous, a longtime commenter, told us to visit, but we didn't have time.)

On the way back to the cathedral from the performance after dinner, I looked in some shop windows. This sale amused me. The shop has blouses made with Liberty fabric, but only in size 12, so any other size desperate for a bargain -- too bad.