Late last night we received a secretive text from one of the younger nuns (secretive since Mother Prioress banned possession of mobile phones when she caught a sister playing Angry Birds during vespers) saying they’d arrived safe and sound and made a beeline for the church of Santa Maria Stella Maris, apart from Mother Prioress, who made a beeline for a pint of stella.
So in our run of hats we turn our attentions to the Spanish Canon, here shown with what we unabashedly trumpet as frankly magnificent plumage.
This biretta is simple, yet alarming: the size of the pom-pom suggests an exploding pomegranate.
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