... yep, church. :)
No, I didn't attend Mass in the absolutely gorgeous Cathedral of St. Francis Xavier, but in a much humbler suburban parish. [One of those post-conciliar affairs, with bright glass windows, and the shape of a giant Hershey's kiss. Fairly full -- there's only one priest, shared with another parish, and they only have two Masses on the weekend. One on Saturday, one on Sunday. During the week, Mass is offered only once. The congregation was largley elderly, with a few young families. No choir. They played recorded music and the words were projected onto a large white screen behind the altar. Chairs, no kneelers, but everyone knelt. Decent homily, thankfully. According to my friend they do have several adults coming into the church during Easter, which is good, because the sense I got was "general decline."]
[After Mass we gathered for a "barbie" -- ie barbecue -- at the house of another college batchmate of mine, another geologist settled in the area. This is someone I haven't seen in 14 years, so it was really neat catching up with him and meeting his family and so on. Small darn world!]
In the afternoon we went into downtown Adelaide -- the first stop was the Cathedral which was bathed in this most amazingly beautiful light from the lowering sun -- all calm, liquidy ambers. It was simply gorgeous and utterly peaceful.