On the way home from graduation we pulled off of 101 to find San Miguel Arcangel. It has a more rustic feel but has been lovingly restored.
We parked under the oak tress happy for the shade and discovered that someone at the mission has a sense of humor.
|We found her embedded into the wall outside.|
|The flowers around her in the church sing devotion|
|Cuesta College and community groups are part of this mission's life.|
San Miguel's Museum's strength is creating a feel for Mission life.
|Paper covered windows create a dim room|
I read a lot as a kid. After I finished the blue covered biographies of early Americans like John and Abigail Adams I found a similar series about Catholic saints. Both sets spent more time on their subjects' childhoods and swept through their life accomplishments. I'm thinking about this as I try to explain why I love statues of saints. I especially love those painted with colors. Maybe it is because they are people, just a person with folds in their robes and expressions to puzzle over. The Padres brought their favorite saints with them.
|My grandmother Stephanie Foley McA|
prayed to Saint Anthony to find lost items.
|The dragon slaying St. Michael the Archangel|
The church is wonderful. The write up on the wall said the shell motif was meaningful to the Salinans.
|St. Michael gets center stage|
|It says in honor of the Salinan people|
|The cemetery is well cared for.|
I liked the simplicity and the lettuce. The chicken was grilled and then sliced, nice.