We ended up getting on an earlier flight home last night so I didn't have a chance to send the last few photos. We finished our tour of Stanford at the art museum. Young Leland Stanford was only 15 when he died, but he was already very interested in museums and intended to start one. There were some rooms dedicated to the family and to Leland's collections of antiquities, which include a tiny mummified crocodile. The museum also has a huge collection of Rodins and some lesser works as well, like the painting of a Greek maiden balancing a peacock feather on her finger. (The Stanford girls of today have no time for such frivolities.)
We also stopped by the Mission Santa Clara. It wasn't as impressive as the others, but still, it was lovely. There is a miraculous crucifix there. Witnesses saw Christ bend down to embrace a holy friar who was kneeling there in prayer.
We went in to see the Cathedral of Christ the Light. We had seen it before, but now it's finished, with the organ in place. There were familiar faces in the vestibule of the Chancery, and cool birds on Lake Merritt.
One of the other Stanford places with its own nickname is Flo Mo, where Christina lives. That is short for Florence Moore Hall. When Florence Moore donated the money for a new dormitory, she had several conditions. One was that the closets be large enough for the girls to store their ball gowns. The other was that ice cream be served in the cafeteria at breakfast, lunch, and dinner. The latter wish has been carefully honored by the students who live at Flo Mo to this day.