Algonquin Sunday Began With A Visit To Someplace I Had Never Really Been To--Saint Malachy's, The Actors Chapel, In New York City!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

                                                                                 

                                 It was David's idea to attend the 11AM service here on Sunday.  See what comes of viewing "The Song Of Bernadette??????????"

                                   I had never been inside the church or attended anything.  The environment is beautiful, intimate, and atmospheric.  The service was conducted by a rather good-looking priest--Father-What-A-Waste! --that one does not see in the outer boroughs.  Afterwards, they were enacting some sort of pageant play, recalling to me courses I took in Medieval Drama.

                                      My only disappointment was that being The Actor's Chapel, I expected two things from Saint Malachy's--congregants I might have recognized, and a choir with extremely exceptional voices.  Not that these do not exist; I guess I should check out the website to see when such might be more visible at Saint Malachy's.

                                         But the service was a start to a wonderful day.  Like the song says, "Sunday In New York!!!!!!!!!!!!"