arranged. He was driving a large van or small bus whose back row of seats had been removed, so there were enough seats for the eleven of us, plus the driver, and plenty of room for luggage. We headed west toward Cardiff and our first destination, the Museum of Welsh Life at St. Fagan’s.Abby and I had been here in 1994 when it was still called the Welsh Folk Museum, and had fond memories of it. We saw actual houses from the 17th and 18th century that had been relocated to St. Fagan’s. Abby and I visited briefly with a saddler, who described the side saddle, and how women’s legs would be
locked together into the saddle, making it difficult for them to dismount quickly should the horse take a fall. We saw the same small houses, and very small beds, that we had seen before.
locked together into the saddle, making it difficult for them to dismount quickly should the horse take a fall. We saw the same small houses, and very small beds, that we had seen before. We went into a small Unitarian church, or “chapel” as they say in Wales, that had been relocated to the site in the 1950’s, because of declining attendance. The congregation still meets there occasionally. The layout of the building was like that of a small congregational church, with the pulpit on a raised platform, surrounded by low rails, with the congregation in pews on both the first floor and the balcony. The ceilings were low, so that the first-floor congregation would be just below eye level, and the balcony-level congregation, when seated, would be just above eye level.
For supper, Rob took us to the Cardiff waterfront, where we discovered the Café Rouge
, a French restaurant with a very pleasant waiter. We shared a delicious artichoke pate and a bowl of mussels as our appetizers. I had a delightful lemon sole, which was a pleasure to eat, once I figured out that it had not yet been boned. Abby ate a babette steak, which seemed like a hanger steak. We sat at three tables, which Bill later observed were segregated by age – Keith, the youngest adult, sat with the two girls, while Shauna sat next door with Susan, Abby and me. Lois, Bill, Dick and Reta were at the third table. Rob met us at 9:00 and returned us to our hotel, the Big Sleep, in downtown Cardiff.
, a French restaurant with a very pleasant waiter. We shared a delicious artichoke pate and a bowl of mussels as our appetizers. I had a delightful lemon sole, which was a pleasure to eat, once I figured out that it had not yet been boned. Abby ate a babette steak, which seemed like a hanger steak. We sat at three tables, which Bill later observed were segregated by age – Keith, the youngest adult, sat with the two girls, while Shauna sat next door with Susan, Abby and me. Lois, Bill, Dick and Reta were at the third table. Rob met us at 9:00 and returned us to our hotel, the Big Sleep, in downtown Cardiff.
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