It happened that on the night of the thirteenth of March I had gotten sushi for dinner. I had been at the office with the live feed of the Sistine Chapel chimney in the background on my computer. I walked home as quickly as I could, stopping by the sushi place on the way. At home, I pulled up the chimney once more, took the picture I included in this post, and within minutes the white smoke appeared. I had a pretty lovely dinner while watching and waiting for the new pope to appear. And when he finally did, the sushi was entirely gone.
So now I have this association in my mind between Pope Francis and sushi. Guess what's for dinner tonight:)