It was wind and rain again today. It comes in waves of wind-blown sprinkles, pouring down, then quiet and dry for a bit. The temps have been hovering around 50 the last few days, so it’s actually pleasant being out in the rain during the day.

However, the Glasgow Times weather report says it will take another turn, as yet another named storm (Joycelyn) is due to hit the island again this evening.  The thing about being a good traveler is to be prepared for what’s dished up. The famous saying is, there is no bad weather only a poor choice in clothing.  Luckily, we were prepared for the worst.

Paul tells me that there is no need to post every day, that there is no need for all the little details of our day.

But, I am not writing every detail, and ya’ll can skip over some or all as you like, right? So please feel free to skip over this next part I won’t be offended though I may quiz you at the next happy hour.

 

We wandered around the city streets again today. Paul looking for abandoned buildings and I more murals.  One elusive one in particular, known as the Crazy Cat Lady.  I am sure you understand why that one would appeal to me.  We looked for it a few days ago, couldn’t locate it by its map location, and assumed it must be in some alley that we missed.  We started looking again this time for nearby alleyways and wandering down those. 

 

 

 

We went down one lane where there some people gathered at the end. One was a man wearing the ubiquitous workman’s yellow jacket sheltering in a doorway overhang. The others were younger just across from him loading or unloading a van full of musical or stage gear.  We asked the man, if he might know where we might find this mural, he suggested the people he was watching unloading the truck might know cuz he wasn’t from Glasgow.  So we walked over interrupted them at their work and asked, showing them my map. 

They were puzzled and as they were asking if I had a photo, I was already finding it in my map.  Oh yes, the mural was over there, pointing to the huge hole in the ground where a large building use to be.  It is gone now.  

We thanked everyone for their time and as we were about to leave, the workman suggested we might like some murals that he passes regularly on his way to work.  He thought they were very good, we thanked him for the tip. Little did he know those were already on my list.  So far nothing but friendly people in this hustling city.

Paul found some well-known abandoned buildings, though their entrances were too well protected to get an inside view.  Some of the buildings were not totally abandoned.  While the facade may appear abandoned, some still had a shop on the first floor or perhaps an abandoned first floor with perhaps a functional warehouse above. Paul had various ideas for getting access, including having me inquire with the staff of a hair salon about access to the upper floors, or perhaps the local unhoused lad would exchange a tip for an entrance tip.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Now for our musical night with Pentangle.

 

 

Our venue was on the far side of town, further out than we’ve gone in the past.  It was in an old church called St. Luke’s and attached to it was a restaurant named The Winged Ox.  The winged ox being the symbol for Luke, a cardinal sign, the symbol for Earth and Taurus the Bull. The church took over the cardinal signs earth, water, fire and air, along with their zodiac attributes and assigned them to the four main apostles.  

Since the seating for the show was not assigned, we wanted to get there early, so we thought we’d grab dinner there before the show.

We also decided to grab a cab to drop us off.  Our driver got us there in no time, and told us where to enter the building.

It was as nice to arrive dry for dinner and the show.  Food was good, and they had a good selection of beer on tap.  It’s great being in a place that caters to vegetarians and vegans. Just about every place offers more than a few options for that kind of diet.  Dinner over, we took our place in the queue forming in the hallway to the church venue. We scored  some front seats, with some nice folks to our left and right.

The music was great, Jacqui’s vice was still strong even after turning 80 last Christmas. What!  How could she be 80 already?  The performance was as expected a jazzy-folk mashup. She sang some of her older folk ballads, as well as newer songs. All members of the band got to showcase their talents throughout the evening’s set.

We walked back to our apart-stay for the evening, arriving there wet and windblown and totally satisfied with our evenings out so far.

 

The Cat lady use to live here, but now sadly she is gone.