On Sunday I ate Zahav leftovers for breakfast. An early mass with lovely music--a show tunes pianist who was having so much fun and a cantor with a gorgeous voice who was playing right along.
Then a dear friend of many years picked me up--we had a walk to Rittenhouse Square for brunch and a cocktail. Then coffee and more walking and a kind ride to the airport. We popped in a church in our rambles and listened to the choir practice (lovely).
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