Yesterday morning Delycia and I walked down the river for several miles in muggy weather, with clothes soaked in sweat, and then walked back for a brief tour of the Mystic Art Fair. There were a few fine watercolors we liked, and I think we both appreciated the commitment and courage of the artists, mostly amateurs who simply love art and look for ways to share it.

Later, we read a little of George Eliot's Middlemarch (our daily commitment to each other since last month), and in the evening we watched the final and very stirring installment of the BBCs film of Eliot's Daniel Deronda.