Me again in the British Museum. Hubby took the photos without me realising, until we got home and I processed the 5 4 gig memory cards we filled on our holiday.
Friday, April 24, 2009
British Museum
Me again in the British Museum. Hubby took the photos without me realising, until we got home and I processed the 5 4 gig memory cards we filled on our holiday.
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
Saturday, March 28, 2009
The British Museum
We explored as much as we could of the British Museum and I started to post the photos here but decided against boring everyone half to death, so I started a new blog just for all the Museum stuff. So if you want to check it out then please visit my Museums blog and read all about it there.
Backyard Fireworks
After another full day of sight seeing we tubed it back to our accommodations. It was getting closer to Guy Fawkes night so on the way home the boys picked up some fireworks for them to set off in the back yard. It's cool that you can buy fireworks over the counter there and set them off in your own backyard. In Queensland setting off fireworks is frowned upon and there's no way you can buy them over the counter anywhere. I'm sure there are places you can buy them 'under' the counter though - somewhere. We ate dinner and unwound with our friends and their room mates - the coolest French people I've ever met. Having worked in food preparation for a large percentage of my working life I've developed a taste for good food, cheeses and salami's in particular and boy was I in luck. After dinner our french friends brought out some brie and saucisson - I was in heaven! The french sure know how to eat and by that I mean that they sure know what tastes good. How can you go past, fancy cheeses, salami (saucisson), croissants and pastries? Hanging with our new French friends had more than culinary benefits, we were heading to Paris very shortly so it was good to get some advice of where to visit, where to eat, how much to expect to have to pay, how to navigate the French transport system and proper (or at least better) French pronounciation - thanks guys, anytime you want to come over and visit, you're both more than welcome.
St Pauls Cathedral
We visited St Pauls Cathedral where (mores the pity) they didn't allow photography. I didn't mind adhering to this rule out of respect for the Church and what what it represents, but I'm afraid that not all visitors have the same respect.
St Pauls Cathedral is enormous and spectacular, the gilding is exquisite, the whole place shines with an almost inner beauty. I'm not normally a religious person and have, in the past, been perplexed for peoples reverence for religion and the Church, but being inside this amazing space put me in awe. It's easy now, for me to understand when people say the entire world is inside the Church, the beauty of both natural and man made world combined.
I found myself thinking of all the workmanship that went into every minute detail, wondering what they were thinking as they worked, wondering what their lives were like and imagining the sense of achievement they must have felt seeing it at least partially complete.
I couldn't visit London without seeing St Pauls, and not just because it's such a wonderful old Church. My great grandfather was a choir boy at St Pauls, or at least sung there. Whilst others were gazing upon the intricate ceilings, I found myself examining the pews where the choir boys sit, wondering 'did my great grandfather sit right there?' and touching the door to the choir boys pews imagining my great grandfather touching that same timber, it must have been such an honour for our family to have him sing there.
After a few hours of amazement we had a bite to eat at the Cathedral shop where I bought some post cards for my mum and my grandmother - speaking of which, I really should send them on.
St Pauls Cathedral is enormous and spectacular, the gilding is exquisite, the whole place shines with an almost inner beauty. I'm not normally a religious person and have, in the past, been perplexed for peoples reverence for religion and the Church, but being inside this amazing space put me in awe. It's easy now, for me to understand when people say the entire world is inside the Church, the beauty of both natural and man made world combined.
I found myself thinking of all the workmanship that went into every minute detail, wondering what they were thinking as they worked, wondering what their lives were like and imagining the sense of achievement they must have felt seeing it at least partially complete.
I couldn't visit London without seeing St Pauls, and not just because it's such a wonderful old Church. My great grandfather was a choir boy at St Pauls, or at least sung there. Whilst others were gazing upon the intricate ceilings, I found myself examining the pews where the choir boys sit, wondering 'did my great grandfather sit right there?' and touching the door to the choir boys pews imagining my great grandfather touching that same timber, it must have been such an honour for our family to have him sing there.
After a few hours of amazement we had a bite to eat at the Cathedral shop where I bought some post cards for my mum and my grandmother - speaking of which, I really should send them on.
Millennium Bridge
The breeze over the Millennium Bridge was fierce. I really felt for a Scottish bagpiper we walked past, busking lets just say I don't think his sporin would have given him any comfort that day.
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