Sunday, August 31, 2014

Photos from Friday

Doesn't this look like what you picture a London shop would look like?  Art supplies
This cat is almost always out front on the lawn.  Can't make out the sex.  I feed him tuna.
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There he is again from a front view.  I'm grateful.

Did I post this twice?  I thought this looked like my fantasy of a London shop.  It's an artist's supply shop.

Tower of London from across the street.

An axe and chopping block from executions at the Tower of London
Couldn't resist this shot.  Me reflected in the back of the menu shown outside.
Ditto.  Having fun.

More clowning around.

Happened on this restaurant and noticed thru the window that banner says this is the oldest church in London.  Not time to go in, alas.


Inside a tower in Tower of London.  Where prisoners were kept including Sir Thomas More, a saint.
View of the Tower Bridge from the prisoners' (not the official name) tower in Tower of London

One of the photos I took of carvings made by prisoners in the tower at Tower of London.  Fascinating.
Site of the beheadings of aristocrats at Tower of London.  Includes Anne Boleyn and Lady Catherine Grey, wives of Henry VIII

White tower at Tower of London.  Palace begun by William the Conqueror in 1066.  This is not what we were told on the tour.  This castle which was inhabited by the king was built to impress the people.  They, incidentally or not, lived in simple mud huts at the time.  Imagine how this looked to them.  And positioned on a hill next to the Thames for all to see.
I need to look it up.  This row of buildings was built by a king for his wife (Henry VIII?)  Very cool.  Inside the Tower of London.









Our Beefeater guide.  Very amusing

WWI memorial at Tower of London.  Each ceramic poppy represents the death of one Allied military personnel in WWI
Tower of London as seen from the street.  Poppies are in the moat.

Tower of London and WWI memorial













Indian dinner Friday

Oldest church in London

Tower of London, FSU study center, and Indian food

Let's see.  I've not written since we went to the Tower of London.  Posted some pics somewhere but not many.  I've imagined the tower for years.  There's a, I guess twisted, mystique about that place.  It's ancient, loaded with the emotions of many dramatic events and aspirations.  I find it alluring.  It's strange to me to be a 21st century tourist looking around at execution sites and imprisonment sites for recreation.  I tried to imagine what it was like to be Anne Boleyn on a normal day with no Hollywood soundtrack walking out on that brick (was it brick then?) landing having been pitilessly betrayed (well, not entirely pitilessly:  Henry VIII imported a French executioner with a sword because Anne Boleyn pleaded with him that she had a horror of the axe) by her husband, the king, and surrounded by an audience of the aristocracy.  How strange that life was going on around her as this was happening.  And we learned that kneeling for beheading is a Hollywood invention.  In fact, they lay down on the ground.   I'm a little confused about this now that I think about it.  The Beefeater said that the executioner had pity on Anne Boleyn and hid his sword with his sleeve, told his assistant to go get the axe, and when Anne Boleyn turned her head to watch the assistant walk back to a building, the executioner wielded his blade and so cleanly cut off her head that when her head was held up to the crowd the lips were still moving in prayer.

That was not the only execution on that spot.  There was a story of a 16 year old woman who, just prior to her execution there, was forced to watch from her balcony as they beheaded her 19 year old husband.  And then there is Lady Jane Grey, another of Henry VIII's wives, who was beheaded and then her lady in waiting who was Anne Boleyn's sister (!) was beheaded right after her!  There were some others but we're told most of the executions of Tower prisoners took place outside the tower walls on Tower Hill.  And beheading was reserved for aristocrats.  There were protracted methods for the rabble.

It's a pretty place.  Imposing.  Oh, and there is an evolving exhibit in the moat and, in some cases, climbing the wall.  Each day volunteers place a number of ceramic poppies about 1 1/2 to 2 ft tall.  The total number will equal the number of British military personnel who died during WWI.  The immensity of the field of flowers set my mind reeling.  Really.  How could it be?  888,246.  It was staggering to take in.  And it was especially meaningful in light of having been to the WWI exhibit at the Imperial War Museum.  People are being asked to buy a poppy at $25 apiece and will be sent the poppy when the exhibit ends in November.  The money goes to military related charities.  Want to buy one?  http://poppies.hrp.org.uk/about-the-installation  Or read more about it?  I'm glad I got to see it.

We had an especially good day that day.  I think we may be finally settling in a little.  Ralph looked so happy....as he had at the Globe.  Wish I could have snapped a picture without his noticing.

We had lunch across from what turned out to be the oldest church in London.  We didn't have time to go in.  We rushed off to Ralph's meeting with his students.  I spent time at the FSU study center online.  A faculty member--art history--named Hillary--British--was there also.  She asked me if I'd like some tea and brought me two cookies and a cup of tea.  How wonderful, don't you think?  Do you suppose fate put me there to ask her about auditing her class and I missed my chance?  I'd never be so bold.  Ask her to let me attend her class for free?  She told me the video exhibit we saw at St. Paul's is the talk of the town.  By an American artist.  I definitely remember it and wish I'd taken a longer look.

The black cat from next door is here taking a bath in the parlor.  I've fed him tuna on two occasions today.  He took a long nap on the sofa after looking around upstairs.  The black and white cat came in as we arrived this afternoon and chowed down.  I'd left the door open and in wandered the black cat.  Beautiful.  I made a photo just now and will try to get the time to post it.

We had a delicious dinner on the day of the Tower at an Indian restaurant near Ralph's work.  He said the students were very eager and wanted to know if he was excited about teaching their class.  He was honest with them about this being the end of his summer vacation!  But he must be excited about THEM they said.  Of course, he said.

Yesterday, Ralph met up with an old chum from the Iowa Writers' Workshop.  From a long time ago.  He is a dean of a college here.  Wouldn't that be great?  I think so.  He has a family, which is nice.  They sat in the courtyard where the Courtauld Gallery is located.  Ralph tends to be cold so this was a bit hard for him.  I, on the other hand, am hot when he's cold.  This difference in human body temperature tolerance is reflected in the general population here.  Some have on coats, boots, and scarves.  Some have on shorts and sleeveless shirts.

Last night we had a good drink at a Camden pub and then went to the tapas bar where we'd gone before...only inside this time.  Sooo good.  And really nice people.

We tried a different tv show, having given up on "Sherlock".  I can't tell you the name but it's about the British ambassador to the U. S. and takes place in the U. S.  It's interesting, to put it mildly, (unsettling) to view this show meant for British audiences and infer their view of us.  Very gripping drama and intrigue.  Sharon Gless of Cagney and Lacey plays the U. S. Secretary of Defense.

Today we had breakfast in Soho or Bloomsbury or was it Piccadilly?  Same place as last Sunday.  French.  Delicious cafĂ© latte and orange juice.  Resisted the pastries.  Foolish.

Shopped at Whole Foods nearby.  Were prepared with shopping bags.  I'd like to get a Whole Foods London or Whole Foods Piccadilly shopping bag but how would I get it home?

Ralph is upstairs working on the syllabi for his classes.  Not his favorite thing.  I spent some time with Tmobile Support trying to activate video calling on my phone.  No.  Wouldn't work.  I was advised to try Tango and I successfully downloaded it.  Trouble is you can only make calls to people who have the same app.

Tomorrow is the first day of classes.  And here we go.


Thursday, August 28, 2014

Maybe this account of recent events is a little more personable.  At least I think so, so I'm posting an exerpt from a letter to Gay:

Yesterday, we went to The Globe.  Had quite a time finding it as one must go through very winding streets and alleys to get there and without always ready guideposts.  Still, it's fun to wind around all these narrow back streets.

I don't know if you know that The Globe is on the south bank of the Thames across from London proper.  It's a nice stroll to get there along a sort of concrete boardwalk. 

The tour we took was really delightful with a charming guide.  Can't be easy for him to do or, who knows, maybe such expressiveness just fits his personality.  I found him enchanting.  The museum there is very good and touring it encompassed a lot of time.  We had just enough time to grab some lunch at a nearby restaurant which turned out to be on the second floor of a building next to the Thames so we were able to gaze out over the Thames and towards London as we ate.  Then very regretfully we had to cut our reverie short and rush to the tube station where we parted to go our separate ways. 

I managed to figure out which train to take and had my fingers crossed as we rode that I had read the map correctly.  And, finally, I arrived at Camden Town station.  From there I found TMobile but could not stand waiting to see someone.  So I found Whole Foods and shopped for dinner.  This was a satisfying process.  Maybe I'm at home somewhat.  I walked to home from there.  Yay, I made it.

We watched a show that was recommended to Ralph by some colleagues.  The name of it is Sherlock and starred two very good actors one of which we were familiar from a three-part series we watched last week:  Parade's End.  Unfortunately, the tv show was so so, if that.

I had turbulent dreams.  Kicked Ralph. 

Well, the sun has come out.  Guess I should get on with housekeeping chores while I have the chance.  It's laundry time again.

August 28, 2014

This is turning out to be an at home day.  For various reasons, it's not a good idea to go traipsing off to the Tower of London, as tentatively planned.  These internal processes take over and class preparation has pressed in and demanded attention.  Alas, the summer vacation is over and it's time to get back on the treadmill and experience the pressure and interruptions.  Yesterday was such a wonderful day and lunch was so pleasant--just one of those special moments of peace and contentment.  Having to go to a meeting cut it short and was a rupture.  Probably that's indicative of the pace to come.  It was great while it lasted.  Anyhow, it's overcast today.  And, at least I took my first tube ride alone from lunch and managed to find the correct train and alight at the correct station.
And I found Whole Foods and shopped.  Found Tmobile as well but wasn't willing to wait forever to get someone's attention.  I got home and called Support instead.

We were challenged to find The Globe yesterday.  We wound and wound around streets and guessed our way and finally came out all right.  We were happily surprised at the quality of the tour and of the museum there.  So interesting that we had no time left for the nearby sights we'd planned and had to settle for lunch before Ralph's meeting.  Hence, the enjoyable lunch interlude which ended prematurely.  The guide at the Globe was delightful.  An actor.  Dramatic and animated and engaging and witty.  Enjoyed myself immensely.  He asked if there were any Americans present and turned out Ralph and I were the only ones.  Both of us were arrested by this.  Americans exotic?  Sam Wanamaker, an American, conceived and spearheaded the movement to get The Globe built and the new indoor theater is named after him.  We caught a glipse of rehearsal for Comedy of Errors.  Delightful.

All in all a good day.  Wonderful to walk by the Thames and to gaze out over it during lunch.  Ralph's face was radiant during the tour.  If only I could have gotten a pic.

I posted some pix here during the trek.  Will look for others to post now.

South Bank of the Thames, near The Globe seen from the bridge.

The Thames from the bridge

The Thames from the restaurant window

The Globe stage during rehearsal

Our guide with his back to the Thames and London north of the river

Delightful guide/actor engaged with tour member back to the Thames

Audience seating at The Globe

Side of the Globe stage

Tuesday, August 26, 2014

Rain

Raining for two days now!  Is the constant rain starting?  I'm obsessing about an inability to connect my NIKON to a USB port.  Not fun.  You guys are asleep.

Monday, August 25, 2014

Pub menu

Pix of part of stroll through Bloomsbury today

Virginia Stevens (Virginia Woolf) door of home on Gordon Square

Virginia Stevens (Virginia Woolf) door of home on Gordon Square

Virginia Stevens (Virginia Woolf) door of home on Gordon Square

At Gordon Square Park

Friday, August 22, 2014

Yesterday we got stir-crazy and had to go out.  It was chilly! We walked the canal walk to Camden Market.  On the way we were lucky enough to see a boat going through the locks.  Very interesting.  The boat owners performed the entire process themselves.  There are no personnel operating the locks.  The man climbed a ladder up the side of the lock and operated the manual controls that open and close the gates and allow the water in.  The woman operated and steered the boat.  Impressive.  Wish I'd taken more photos. 

We made our way on along the canal to the stairs to the Camden Market.  I was unprepared for the vastness of it.  And throngs of people during the day on a Thursday.  Any and everything was for sale in the stalls...except for live animals!  I didn't dare go in any of the women's shops as the examples outside seemed all to be short skirts. 

I made a couple of short videos of the street and posted one this morning. 

Next we walked to the bus stop where we catch the bus to go downtown.  Riding the bus is fun both for watching the passing landscape and for observing the people inside the bus.  We "alighted" at Leichester Square and made our way to the National Gallery.  Ralph wanted to see the Impressionist's section and other paintings from the same time period.  The National Gallery is a maze and huge.  We got turned around several times on the way. 

I still can't get over seeing these actual paintings after having looked at them in books for years.  And there were many I had not seen.  Phenomenal.  I never dare pick up a brush again!  And a side note.  They should ban cameras from the galleries.  Picture takers are oblivious of their surroundings and, therefore, more often than not inconsiderate to those around them.  Many if not most of them don't even look at the paintings except to frame and focus the photo.  One after another they snap the painting, snap the info about the painting and go shoving on through.  Some even stand in front of the paintings and pose.  It was nearly intolerable.  I have to go back, though.  Once is not enough and also there is so much more to see.

WE tried to get seated at the charming cafĂ© of the gallery but gave up and went looking for a place to sit and have a drink as we headed towards WHole Foods.  We found a nice old bar with very loud music.  Wine.  Yum.

We saw both Trafalgar Square and Piccadilly Circus.  Many many people wherever you go.  WHole Foods was exciting.  Yes.  I found chipotle peppers in adobo sauce for my recipe.  And canned pinto beans.  Also some slippery Elm for a tea I read helps with dry mouth.  Good find.  A touch of home.

We found a little restaurant I'd noted from London for Dummies.  It was low key and beautifully decorated in a kind of old English style with dark wood and wallpaper.  Relatively inexpensive and a variety of dishes.  My sea bass with new potatoes was exactly what I needed. 

The last stop in town after Boots Pharmacy was Foyles Bookstore.  Ralph said it has the reputation for being I'm not sure which...either the biggest or the best in the world.  I can't describe how wonderful it was to be in a big bookstore like that again.  It was like going home.  Ralph bought a couple of Shakespeare plays for his class.

We made it back on the bus to Camden Town and picked up a quiche for lunch on the way.  Marks and Spencer.  Black and white cat came at my invitation and visited for a bit and then asked to go out.  We watched an episode of "Parade's End" and sipped wine.  Off to bed. 

And we've been home today.  I loaded some of my photos on the blog.  Have generally frittered away the day while Ralph writes about Wittgenstein.  He's happy.

Adventues and pictures 8/21/14 Camden Mkt, locks, Piccadilly Circus


Trafalgar Square






Some photos from yesterday's adventures...
Approaching Camden lock on canal walk
Camden lock on the canal
Camden lock
Camden Market
Ralph in Camden Market

Thursday, August 21, 2014

Our neighbor in London who comes to visit when we're lucky.  Quito

Wednesday, August 20, 2014

We've been kicking back and staying home the past couple of days.  Feels good to have some normal down time after all the preparations, traveling, touring.  We went out last night to a restaurant called Lemon Grass which is, I think, in what is part of Camden.  Cambodian, recommended by a friend and very good.  Fun walk.  I went out alone today for the first time and grocery shopped.  Was able to get all but one item:  chipotle peppers in adobo sauce.  Online it says Whole Foods has it.  Carrying a bag of groceries gets progressively harder the further you go.  I made a video of the downstairs of the flat for the heck of it as I've never tried that feature of my camera.  Couldn't get the USB hook up to work on my laptop even though it worked just fine the other day.  Called Nikon support and discovered a whole new feature on my laptop:  a slot for a memory card on the front.  Doesn't fix the USB problem but allows me to see and use my photos.  Only problem is the video requires more memory than either Blogger or Gmail allows.  Will have to run through next time.  Ralph has been reading and writing all day when he wasn't repairing a stuck drawer and talking with the plumber who had to come again to get the hot water going.  Quito greeted Ralph this morning at the gate, Ralph said, but turned away when offered a clear path to the door.  Pretty boring stuff, I know. 

Tuesday, August 19, 2014

It was an uneventful day, finally.  A lot of time was spent on this end trying to make all the electronic gadgets and their apps work properly.  Tedious and time-consuming.  I am up too late now.  It's 12:05.  Good night.

Sunday, August 17, 2014

Our front door and front garden
Our front gate
Photos
Pub around the corner.  The Constitution.  Has a cool beer garden with a gate opening from the canal walk

in progression on our walk to and from town and along the canal to St Pancras International train station
Pub where we ate one day.  Nearby home.

Steps down from St Pancras St (across from The Constituion pub)
to canal

Walkiing along the canal on the way to Camden town and the grocery store.

Walking underneath a bridge on the canal

The Constitution pub headed home

From the canal bridge alongside The Constitution

Canal walk bottom of the stairs from St Pancras Rd across from the Constitution
Entrance to our street, Rossendale Way, on way home



Ralph walking along the canal under the bridge next to the Constitution

Walking back from St Pancras International train station


St Pancras International train station (from which one embarks on the chunnel

ST Pancras yacht basin

St Pancras Old Church

Walkiing towards home (at the far end)
Entrance to Rossendale Way (this pic comes before the previous picture)

Flowers in the front garden of our flat

Flower in the front garden of our flat

Entrance to Rossendale Way, our street, headed home


Camden Road after exiting the canal