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London in pictures, part 6 of 5!
Sep. 15th, 2021 04:38 pmI'm doing one more post of pictures in the spirit of being extra like London.
But first: I went to Egg last night. I was underwhelmed by everything except the security procedures. There was pop music; there were excessively young people. I bailed after an hour. My club fu apparently only works on the west coast of the US.
On to pictures! I figured I had only one chance left for pub grub, so I went to...
Ye Olde Cheshire Cheese. That "ye" is an old abbreviation of "the", in case you didn't know. Rebuilt in 1667 after the Great Fire. I had steak & kidney pie*, spotted dick** with custard, and two pints of bitter. So you know why I felt the need to walk so much afterward, going east on Fleet Street.
St. Paul's Cathedral façade. Out of frame to the right is a statue of Queen Anne. I'm glad I got the dome in other shots because no way was that happening from within a block.
20 Fenchurch Street. Yeah, it's an office building, but it's one of the cooler office buildings in a city with some stiff competition. That looming is not an illusion; the upper stories do project out past the lower ones.
The Tower of London. Finally a good shot!
From the Tower I started walking west along the Thames.
Cannon as bollards. When I saw this on the Thames walk, I was reminded of the Bollards of London blog, which did mention that some old cannon ended up as bollards. Here are a few.
Remnants of the first Blackfriars rail bridge. You can't tell from this shot, but these pillars used to be in groups of three, not two. The third of each group got incorporated into the current Blackfriars rail bridge, which you can see to the immediate left. To the right is the Blackfriars everything-but-rail bridge.
OK, I am well and truly out of time and out of British cash***. All this stumbling around London and going "WAT" every few minutes has done wonders for my mental health. Remember, everyone, a better world is possible, and it isn't just for people who talk funny.
Time to pack. Yikes!
*My mom used to make it, so it wasn't a complete shock. Mine was a little dry, but there was good gravy to compensate.
**Fan-damn-tastic! Note: this is the only dick I have ever eaten.
***Though I still have £30 on my tube card to motivate me to come back.
But first: I went to Egg last night. I was underwhelmed by everything except the security procedures. There was pop music; there were excessively young people. I bailed after an hour. My club fu apparently only works on the west coast of the US.
On to pictures! I figured I had only one chance left for pub grub, so I went to...
Ye Olde Cheshire Cheese. That "ye" is an old abbreviation of "the", in case you didn't know. Rebuilt in 1667 after the Great Fire. I had steak & kidney pie*, spotted dick** with custard, and two pints of bitter. So you know why I felt the need to walk so much afterward, going east on Fleet Street.
St. Paul's Cathedral façade. Out of frame to the right is a statue of Queen Anne. I'm glad I got the dome in other shots because no way was that happening from within a block.
20 Fenchurch Street. Yeah, it's an office building, but it's one of the cooler office buildings in a city with some stiff competition. That looming is not an illusion; the upper stories do project out past the lower ones.
The Tower of London. Finally a good shot!
From the Tower I started walking west along the Thames.
Cannon as bollards. When I saw this on the Thames walk, I was reminded of the Bollards of London blog, which did mention that some old cannon ended up as bollards. Here are a few.
Remnants of the first Blackfriars rail bridge. You can't tell from this shot, but these pillars used to be in groups of three, not two. The third of each group got incorporated into the current Blackfriars rail bridge, which you can see to the immediate left. To the right is the Blackfriars everything-but-rail bridge.
OK, I am well and truly out of time and out of British cash***. All this stumbling around London and going "WAT" every few minutes has done wonders for my mental health. Remember, everyone, a better world is possible, and it isn't just for people who talk funny.
Time to pack. Yikes!
*My mom used to make it, so it wasn't a complete shock. Mine was a little dry, but there was good gravy to compensate.
**Fan-damn-tastic! Note: this is the only dick I have ever eaten.
***Though I still have £30 on my tube card to motivate me to come back.
