Friday I went tearing across the south of England, so get to Wells in time for a concert in the Cathedral. I had decided to Not Go to Stonehenge. I was going to go to Glastonbury Tor. Stonehenge isn't on my trusty Michelin map, so who cares.

Both Ashley-by-the-Sea and Normandy Lisa had said, "Oh. I drove by Stonehenge once. It's exactly like the pictures, except with tourists everywhere."

And suddenly there it was. What they said. I slowed down to take the shot. Don't worry. Everyone slowed down. You're driving past Stonehenge, for pete's sake.

And then I went to Wells. I had no idea. It's small, but the streets are cobblestone cow paths and most are one-way and everyone else knew where they were going. I drove right there. No one was more surprised than me.

The Ancient Hotel had been madly updated. It was the most "American-ized" hotel I've been in. Across from the Cathedral.

Early Music concert, 7:30pm, 4 men singing in front of the alter, audience in the choir. Bliss.