Alas, late in the morning, Pam wanted to take another shot at going to the cathedral. This is the one that was locked up tight the last time we were here.
She had a can't-fail strategy this time. We would arrive just after noon. On a Sunday during Lent it was a virtual guarantee that it would be open.
(You can already know where this one is going.)
On the pier, we saw a local guide holding a sign for a walking tour of downtown St John's. Pam asked if the cathedral was open. The guide responded that she did not know. My question about why a walking tour did not include the cathedral having been deemed unproductive, away we went.
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The walk to the church was even more fascinating than last time. It being Sunday, every shop along the way was closed, and the streets were virtually deserted.
From a block away, we could see no activity, and sure enough, although there was a service at 11:00, by 12:15, it was over; everyone was gone, and the gate was locked. It was another hot, humid trek for nothing—well, not quite nothing. It got us far from the ship before it started spitting rain.
We circled the cathedral, my wife, the eternal optimism, perhaps thinking her persistence would result in divine intervention. When that was not forthcoming, we returned to the ship, taking a different route on empty sidewalks past shuttered stores.
Pollyanna's takeaway from our adventure was that it allowed us to stretch our legs. I had a different takeaway that might have referred to a deity non-positively, but I had not stayed married for 47 years by verbalizing such observations.
We had lunch and a relaxing afternoon, then a pleasant, informal dinner on the stern while SIRENA departed ahead of MEIN SCHIFF #2.
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