The Weekend Begins

I've been watching this tree, but this is the first snatch of blue sky I've seen behind it. Hence, picture. 

After school, I took the boys to football. Then we had a fast fish and chips picnic in the park (thanks Francisco) before hopping on the tube and racing across the city. 

At one point, I heard Q explain to Blaze: "Ramadan is like lent except way harder. You just get a little snack in the morning and a little last chance at night." ("Last chance" is our family term for the last opportunity for food before bed, after which you are not allowed to complain that you're hungry.) It's really good for the kids to see other kids who are really sacrificing something. 

We went to a wonderful, architecturally amazing Anglican church for Stations of the Cross. The kids followed along the whole time, for which I was amazed and grateful (and bribed them with video game time).  

We couldn't get good pictures because they transitioned right into mass and we couldn't poke around as much as we would have liked. 

From the metro station.