It was adventure day in St. Paul for Holly and the Gentleman Caller.
Cossetta’s for pizza and antipasto salad (I ate the cheese, he ate the jalapenos and tomatoes. I think I got the better deal):
The historic (think Gilded Age) James J. Hill House for a tour:
The laundry situation was a downside. All the way in the basement, and must be done by hand.
And has lovely outdoor verandas:
And my goodness, we could attend Mass right across the street!
In the end, the house was a little out of our price range; so, we ditched the realtor and walked over to the cathedral:
Not conducive to good photography, but very beautiful regardless.
Then, filled with good food, stuffed with culture, and sighing at the sunset glowing orange in the rearview, we drove home in the Subaru.