Helen and I went to the Duomo to see the big service in honor of the ascension of the Virgin. The archbishop was there – a lot of priests re. – the organ and two choirs of men and boys and a large congregation filled the church. We had good seats in the choir. I enjoyed the music very much. The service itself seems tawdry and cheap and I cannot see how a self-respecting man can be a priest and go through such a farce. After the service was over, we wandered around a while and came home and had lunch - then lay down.
I got up and was dressed shortly after four to take my lesson in reading the Italian newpapers. Then I wrote a family letter to Margaret – telling her what we were doing and asked her to send it to Uncle Hugh and so on to Alfred. Mailed it on our way to dinner. We went to the Orologio* and had a rather poor dinner – enjoyed seeing the crowd of people.
I sat up and wrote off the ?? that I had gathered from the Italian papers and that Mr. Betham had translated for me. Wrote a note to Florence in the morning and mailed it when we went to the Duomo.
*An area of Milan
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