My last day in London I found Little Venice, a hidden paradise on the Regents Canal in Maida Vale.
The canal is lined with narrowboats repurposed from their original task of transporting goods through London, to become off-beat homes on the water.
On Sunday afternoon you can take the Waterbus to Camden Lock, and float through a hidden, wild London.
Away from the noise of traffic, floating through tunnels of trees, it’s easy to forget the city that surrounds these hidden waterways.
Today dawned another unexpected “bright” morning, so I hightailed it to the tube’s Jubilee and District lines to get to the Tower of London before every other London tourist got the same idea. There wasn’t even a line to see the Crown Jewels. Here’s a few shots from my day at the tower. . .
The White Tower
Can you find the harp?
The ravens remain. The kingdom is safe.
Henry VIII’s Armor
Astrological chart graffiti carved by a prisoner accused of sorcery.
Old and New
I spent this rare English sunny day at Hampton Court Palace, walking the brick-worked passages and courtyards that felt the footsteps of Henry VIII, Catherine of Aragon, and Anne Boleyn.
On the first day of my London adventure, I was fortunate enough to stumble upon the choral evensong service at St. Paul’s. Oh, my! The music was presented by the organ and men’s choir along with one angelic soprano who floated her voice above the richness of the male voices.
Musicians speak about playing in a “live” space, one with lots of resonance, where sound carries. I’ve never heard anyone speak of playing in “an alive” space. But St. Paul’s is truly alive. The stones sing. The resonance of the dome creates another voice that sings in harmony with the choir.
The choir sang a piece by William Byrd from the 1600’s that soared to the heavens. After the choir processed out of the nave, the organist played Bach. I listened in wonder, for the stones of the cathedral sing with the organ, too.