Sunday in Luxembourg

National Museum of History and Art

The National Museum of History and Art is adjacent to our hotel.  During our visit the most impressive piece for me was the large, completely intact Roman mosaic from the nearby village of Vichten.  It dates from around 240 AD.  The depiction is of the nine Muses and Homer. I'm confounded by both the original skill to lay the piece so perfectly without modern technology, and the modern ability to dismantle and reassemble it.  I'm guessing it is about 45' x 20'.  Each little tile is 1/4" square. Here are better pictures from flickr. 

There was no party scene beneath our window tonight.  However, at 7am the city workers showed up to continue excavating the area.  A few pics of paintings and the city workers at flickr.

Travels, Tours and Travails

Farmers' Market, Luxembourg

Last Tuesday there was a serious train accident in South Luxembourg.  The route between Thionville, France and Luxembourg City is still inaccessible.  Monday we will need to take a bus to Thionville and then pick up the train to Strasbourg reversing the process that brought us here.  Yesterday there was another rail accident in Brussels.  My confidence is waning.  

This morning we walked down to the center and found a large farmers' market.  The people were bustling around carrying large woven baskets filled with produce.  I like this life style of shopping and supporting local produce.  They try it in our area but not to the extent of here.  And we only have open markets during the short New England growing season.  

Our 3 hour walking tour today was with Diane, who had extensive historic knowledge.  She explained the physical construct of the city with its casements and walls as well as the social and political aspects of myriad rulers and countries that have invaded, occupied and melded into what is today Luxembourg.  It was interesting to find out about the strategic fortress advantage against invaders: the Belgians, the Prussians, the French and the Spanish.  We didn't visit the area known as the European area.  It's modern skyscrapers seen across the eastern valley are where the European Union has institutions.  Diane also touched on the culture, explaining that due to all the various invaders and occupying countries, Luxembourians are adept at accepting all nationalities and races.  Their government is very liberal and open.  Children learn Luxembourgish (their language) which is closer to German than French.  They also learn German, French and English in school.  Our day ended at dusk outside the Notre Dame Cathedral. 

Now to the Travails.  When we booked our hotel we noticed that reviews warned of high street noise levels that interfered with peace and sleep.  We assumed since it would be February, street activity would be minimal.  You know the adage, 'to assume makes an ass of you and me?".  We are sleepless in Luxembourg.  There are 2 bars across the 10' wide street from our room.  By the dozens people gather outside these bars and have a rollicking good time until 4am.  I feel for the hotel whose management has appealed to the city for help to no avail.  Pictures are available at flickr.

Luxembourg City

Wayne in Luxembourg historic center

Our Hotel Parc Beaux Arts is located in the historic district of the city, which means pedestrian streets, plazas and good restaurants. There are those beautiful narrow European cobblestone streets that wind and climb between tall stone buildings.  We spent a leisurely day walking along the le Chemin de la  Corniche, a pedestrian promenade that runs along the ramparts and overlooks the old city, Grund.  It is referred to as Europe's most beautiful balcony.  We stopped by the visitor's center to get a city map and decided to take a walking tour tomorrow that will focus on Grund.  Pictures of our walk are at flickr.

Au Revoir, Paris

This morning our Parisian taxi driver to Gare de l'Est told us that spring was beginning.  On our ride to Luxembourg I saw the evidence. Fields have been turned, and some are already green with vegetation.  The willows are budding.  Fog hugs the land as the warm air butts against the cool earth. The TGV train could not take us all the way into Luxembourg as there has been an accident on the rails earlier in the week.  We needed a bus to complete our trip.  But all was very efficient with the bus waiting at the train station.

On a quest to visit the smallest countries in the world, we can now include Luxembourg along with Monaco, Vatican City, and Andorra.  It is a lovely city.  We discovered that the stable population is about 100,000. But during the day the occupants swell to 600,000 with workers that live in Belgium and France where housing is more affordable.  The language is mostly French but with some German.  At dinner tonight the waiter asked if we needed a menu in Dutch.

Our hotel is in the old part of the city where there are lovely large city squares surrounded by restaurants and shops.  It overlooks the Grand Ducal Palace and is larger than the Paris apartment.  It is filled with original paintings. Wayne's favorite is the painting with the bend-over naked ladies. A few pictures are at flickr.

The Final Paris Adventure

Sacre Ceour

Paris provided us with an absolutely perfect last day. Skies were bright blue; temperature was 60*. When we arrived at Sacre Ceour people were enjoying the weather, sitting on the steps, singing, eating, gazing at distant Paris. We climbed to the top and sat briefly in the Basilica. Then we headed to the Place Du Tertre to check out all the artists and have onion soup at La Mere Catherine. By headed I mean we mistakenly walked to the bottom of the Mont, realized our misdirection and walked back to the top. Ooo la la. It was a perfect ending to our stay. We are sad to be leaving but looking forward to Luxembourg. Stay tuned. Pictures at flickr.

Road Trip

Versailles Gardens

Versailles is about a 40 minutes train ride from Paris.  Back in the Sun King's day he liked it that way.  "I no longer want to be the King of Paris.  I will be the King of France."  So he moved from the Louvre to his hunting lodge and began a transformation that created the world's largest royal domain.  And what an excessive display of wealth and power he built to become the most powerful King in Europe.  And, still the people continue to swarm to his Versailles to ooohhh and aaahhh over the gold, the tapestries, the ceilings, the gardens. The line for the tickets was a 30 minute wait.  That allowed us to enter the line for security that was at least 200 yards long and another 30 minutes.  I can appreciate the accomplishment of the poor people who had to build the place under terrible conditions, the artists who decorated it, and the architects who envisioned it.  But I'm always a bit turned off  in these places that were built by idea of one class of people dominating others.  Louis the XIV ruled 72 years, and led France to be the most powerful and influential country in Europe.  

We walked part of the gardens and then hopped on the train home.  Pictures at flickr.

Notre Dame

Notre Dame Apse

What a perfectly beautiful day.  With only 3 days remaining in Paris, and such a bright sunny day, we decided we decided standing in line for Notre Dame was bareable.  Our Paris Museum Pass gains us entry into the crypt and the tower.  BUT we had to stand in the same line as those purchasing tickets.  My assessment of this line and the limited entry number per every 10 minutes told us it would be over an hour's wait.  Once again, "Been there.  Done that. Let's just go into the Cathedral."  It was a very speedy entry into the Cathedral.  We picked up the neatest head set.  One is given a small paper map with numbered dots.  The listening device is about the size and shape of an instant thermometer.  One simple presses the tip of the device against the dot on the map.  Voila!  I never tire of sitting in a Gothic church.  The complexity of the structure could occupy my mind forever.  

Latin Quarter, Paris

We had an early afternoon and a late light dinner of crepes in the Latin Quarter.  The small, cobble stoned streets are filled with light and restaurants.  Charm, charm, charm.  Pictures at flickr.

Another Look at the Louvre

Approaching the Pont des Beaux Arts from the Louvre

Our second run by Notre Dame (or was it the third?) failed to convince us to stand in the long line.  The misty weather also encouraged us to seek indoor activity.  We returned to the Louvre for this.  This time we focused on the Greek Antiquities and French painting.  Of the Greeks, the Venus de Milo is best known.  There are also 2 Michelangelo's slaves in this area.  But the French paintings from the Neoclassical period were the best.  From David's to Ingres to Delacroix they were massive in scale, representative of classical history and influential.  

Just a note on the museum goers I've observed.  The great majority seem not to know how to look at art or simply have no interest other than to prove they've been there, done that.  Practically everyone of them walks quickly up to a piece of art, focuses their camera, and just as quickly walks away.  They only see the work through the screen of their device.  I want to say, "you can get a much better picture online.  Meanwhile, appreciate the real thing."  

Patrick Roger Chocolate Sculpture

The left bank is noted for its chocolate shops.  Two of them are near our apartment on St. Germain.  We stopped at Patrick Roger's simply because the sculpture in the window was so delightful.  The chocolate boots at almost 3 feet are not for sale.  But we bought the two types the Condé Nast suggested (thank you very much Kathy Lima) and headed home.  

On my continued observations of Parisians, I would praise them for their love of the printed book.  There are libraries everywhere filled with patrons.  There are sidewalk booths with used and antique books, huge stores with the latest publications, little specialty shops.  On the Metro every other person is reading a paper novel.  Only once have I seen a Kindle.  Pictures of books and other things at flickr.  

Picasso Museum

Hotel Sale, Picasso Museum

The Picasso Museum is housed in the Hotel Sale in the Marais district.  The mansion was build in the mid 1600s for a salt tax collector.  Sale means salted and hotel is a townhouse.  At one point it was a school in which Balzac studied.  Then in 1964 the City of Paris acquired it and granted it historical monument status.  It is a beautiful building that deserves as much attention as the Picasso collection.  The collection came about when Picasso's heirs decided to make a dation which is a means of paying inheritance taxes through gifting of agreed upon art works.  The Musee has over 5000 pieces in all techniques and from all periods.  There were very, very few of those 5000 on view.  There were some especially rare sculptures and some bars reliefs of felt that I wasn't aware of.  If one only has a few days in Paris, choose another way of seeing Picasso's.  

Le Muerto del Torero

A few pictures at flickr.

  

Centre Pompidou

Wayne at the Centre Pompidou 

The Centre Pompidou is a straight 30 minute walk from our apartment.  It's a pretty easy building to notice among all the stone and mortar of Paris.  I call it the inside out building. I discovered Renzo Piano was one of the architects. The building is looking very tired.  The windows in the escalator tubes are very discolored and hard to see out. According to Wikipedia, 

     It houses the Bibliothèque publique d'information (Public Information Library),

     a vast public library, the Musée National d'Art Moderne, which is the largest 

    museum for modern art in Europe, and IRCAM, a centre for music and acoustic 

    research.

We were there for the National Museum of Modern Art.  There collection is so large that they must circulate the displays.  I enjoyed the Fauvism area most.  

Paris observations:  Parisians smoke a lot.  A lot of Parisians smoke.  They walk when they smoke.  They hang out in doorways and smoke.  Young people smoke a lot.  A lot of young people smoke.  But thank god they can no longer smoke in restaurants.  And they all toss their butts on the street.  

Pictures of our short day at flickr.

A Little Night Music

The. Praying statues of Louis XVI and Marie-Antoinette

We used the Paris Metro for the first time today when we went to St. Denis and the St. Denis Basilica. There are differences between the London Tube and the Paris Metro.  For one, on the Tube a beautiful, soft, melodious woman's voice keeps one informed at all times of stops and dangers.  "Tower Hill next.  Mind the gap."  On the rare occasion there is a broadcast on the Metro, they use French.  Who can understand that?  Seriously, for the most part upcoming stations are not announced.  However, all trains do have an electronic panel over every door that lights the next station.  Secondly, there is absolutely no maximum capacity on the Metro.  Just when you think not one more person can fit, 3 more get on at the next stop.  The Tube just rolls right past a stop if it is full.  In some of the Metro stops there are plexiglass walls with automatic doors that act as a barrier between the platform and the train.  

St Denis is a bit of a gritty area.  The buildings near the Metro and the Basilica look almost Bauhaus. There was an open market in progress and most other stores reminded me of Dollar Stores. The streets are busy with people of all ages.   The Basilica has suffered over the years most significantly from the revolutionaries of 1793.  The north tower is gone costing it the beautiful symmetry.  There is a campaign afoot to replace it.  St Denis is the official burial place of all France's kings and queens.  But most significantly its choir shows the first use of all the Gothic elements.  The tombs are the most magnificent I've seen.  They are lit beautifully with both artificial and natural light.  Two of the tombs have nude effigies of the king and queen.  I had never seen this before.  It was to indicate that man is mortal, even kings.  

Orchestra De Paris

This evening we attended the Paris Philharmonic to hear Janacek, Chopin and R. Strauss.  The facility is very modern, completed in 2015 and seats 2400.  The multiple levels and sweeping design disguise the capacity.  The Chopin piece was chilling.  I am a fan of piano concertos and the soloist Seong-Jin Cho did not disappoint.  

I'll end with a little French lesson.  If you see andouilette on a French menu, do not be mistaken like me and think it is a small andouille sausage.  When my dish arrived I thought, that is the largest small sausage I have ever seen.  The first few bites were charred, smoky and good.  I thought I was actually eating a pork loin.  But it was comprised of thin rolled layers.  I asked the waiter what it was, "Tripe", he said.  The subsequent bites were less succulent.  

More pics at Flickr

The Chapel, the Crows and the Conservatory

Ste. Chapelle

We at last visited Ste. Chapelle.  There was no waiting in line and very few people inside.  What surprised me is that the chapel is about 30 feet above the ground.  We climbed one of those narrow, stone winding staircases.  The royals must have entered from an adjacent palace room.  It wasn't a particularly sunny day that would make the most of the glass and reflected light.  It was still a beautiful example of innovation, industriousness and beauty.  It incorporates one of the most extensive stained glass collection anywhere in the world.  

Musee l'Orangerie, Monet's Waterlilies

We walked through the Tuileries in order to reach the Musee l'Orangerie.  There are crows all over Paris.  The Tuileries seem to be their favorite hang out.  I'm guessing its the generosity of the people sharing bread that attracts them.  They don't mind people, but seem unsure of the pigeons. 

The l'Orangerie was originally the conservatory for the Tuileries' orange trees.  During the transformation to a museum, Claude Monet requested to donate decorative panels to the French government as celebratory pieces to commemorate the end of WWI.  It was in the redesigned rooms of l'Orangerie that they found a home.  I think these works are what attract most people.  The scale is most impressive.  I really like the Picasso pieces which are displayed opposite the Matisse works.  Two men who worked in the same period, saw each other at the Stein gatherings and completely transformed art.  Pictures of crows and other scenes at flickr.

More crows, etc at flickr.

Gare d'Orsay Redux

Beaux Arts

Again, today we had two visits planned and ended with only one.  Notre Dame is just a few blocks from our apartment.  As such, our plan was to swing by there, zip in, ooh and ahh, perhaps visit the crypt, maybe the tower and then return to the d'Orsay.  To our surprise (naïveté has taken charge) the line to the Grand Dame was extensive.  Even the ticketed line held way more people that our limited patience could tolerate.  "Hey.  We've been here twice. Let's go."  So off to revisit the Gare d'Orsay and see missed magnificence chief of which is the Manet room with Olympia and Luncheon on the Grass.

It seems that every inch of real estate is occupied by a magnificent structure.  I hardly even say, "look!  What is that?" Any longer.  But I did stop and check on the building pictured above.  We've passed it numerous times and the big dome is visible from all over.  Turns out the place is home to the Academie des Beaux Arts.  Home to all those famous artists i.e. Ingres, Seurat, Rodin, Renoir whose bio reads ...attended the Beaux Arts.

Wayne with Manet's Luncheon on the Grass

At the d'Orsay we completed our tour with the Manet collection.  I'm quite fond of Manet.  His blacks are unrivaled and he has this ability to use strong line to delineate areas yet maintain form there.  He was also quite the painting rebel choosing to depict the nude in a realistic manner rather than idealized.  We also looked at the Frederic Bazille show, a special exhibit.  More pictures are at flickr.

Just the Louvre

Winged Victory from Samothrace

We initially planned to visit two places today (one must make the most of the Paris Museum Pass). But when we arrived at St. Chapelle it was closed for the next 30 minutes.  Not a pair to waste time standing in a line, we headed for our second destination, the Louvre.  How does one approach the Louvre collection?  By following the crowds, of course.  We used the crowds and The Winged Victory as our kick off point.  She, being Greek, pointed us directly toward the Romans...er Italians.  I love Italian art. From the Medieval early Gothic to the late Renaissance, it simply speaks to me.  I can visualize the little monks working away on all those Annunciations, Caravaggio posing prostitutes, and Botticelli making the sweetest faces.  We spent the entire afternoon in that long Italian gallery.  When we tried to exit we found ourselves trapped in an underground area of very upscale shops.  It seems that exit through the gift shop has evolved at the Louvre into exit through the mall.  

We've been taking different routes home to explore the area.  What we've noticed are small shop after shop of every variety of clothing, antiques, art.  They are always empty.  How do they survive?  Our street, St. Germain, is very busy and also filled with restaurants, patisseries, boulangeries.  But we find the better of these choices are on the side streets.  

Our apartment owner has notified us that he is selling the apartment.  Paris is cracking down on VRBO rentals.  He cannot conform and cannot afford to maintain the apartment otherwise.  

Pictures at flickr.

Pantheon and The Gates of Hell

Up the hill to the Pantheon

The Pantheon is so visible from our apartment that it seems to fill the window.  Today we walked the short uphill trek to visit it.  Originally a church dedicated to St. Genevieve and containing her relics, today it acts as a mausoleum for the remains of many distinguished French citizens.  The building is a beautiful example of neoclassicism.  The facade is modeled on the Pantheon in Rome.  The designer had the idea to use Gothic windows combined with classical principals to create a light and bright interior.  However, the mausoleum required the Gothic windows be blocked.  Nevertheless, the space is spectacular with paintings of St. Genevieve's life filling the aisles and sculptures scattered throughout.  Interred in the crypt are Voltaire, Rousseau, Victor Hugo, Emile Zola and on and on.  Marie Curie is the first woman buried there due to her own merit.  History was at our fingertips.

Musee Rodin Grounds with Gates of Hell

I've been to the Rodin Museum twice but either missed the grounds or have lost my memory.  Even in the dead of winter, they are impressive.  Of course, the sculptures do their part to enhance things.  The altar to the gardens is The Gates of Hell, which were commissioned as the entrance to the Decorative Arts Museum.  The Museum was never built, but Rodin continued to work on the piece for 37 years, until his death.  Somehow I find it amusing that the entrance to a decorative arts museum were the gates of hell. I've felt at times when caught in museum rooms dedicated to decorative arts, particularly French decorative arts, that this must be what hell is like.   Rodin based his door sculptures on characters from Dante's Inferno.  Particulars of the door were also sculpted as stand alone pieces such as The Thinker, The Three Shades, The Kiss.  The museum also contains many of Rodin's drawings and paintings, his collection that include Van Gogh and Renoir, and a room of Camille Claudel's works.  Claudel was a lover of Rodin but also a great sculptor in her own right.  Her life took a tragic turn and she was committed to an insane asylum for 30 years until her death.  Much as been written about her that describes her as a victim of her time and gender as well as her brother and mother.  

Our walk home took us past a pedestrian bridge that a friend had said was a great place to hang out.  Our hanging out usually is a 5 minute respite.  We managed as much and also made friends with the bridge musician.  More pics at flickr.

Unicorns and Magic Flutes

The Lady and the Unicorn, Musee Cluny

We made a return visit to the Musee Cluny today in order to rent a head set.  We needed more in depth information than the French labels offered.  Also, we missed the Lady and the Unicorn Tapestries the first visit.  Found this time, they are alone in a room off the main corridors.  The six panels represent the senses of touch, taste, smell, sight, hearing and a 6th whose meaning is obscure.
The Musee sits in what was once a Gallo Roman district and was constructed upon the vintages of the  Roman baths here.  This area was demolished when the barbarians invaded.  The locals, known as Lutitians used the stones from the demolition to build the rampart now around the Ile de la Cite.
The chapel in the Musee is an example of the pure Flamboyant style gothic architecture.  It is small but breath taking.

Notre Dame

This evening we attended the Opera Bastille to hear Mozart's Magic Flute.  This is Wayne's favorite opera.  I can see why and also appreciated the humor and musicianship.  Our walk there and back was along the Seine, past Notre Dame whose bells were ringing and with a beautiful view of the moon over the Pantheon.  Pictures of our day at flickr.

Musees Cluny and d'Orsay

 

Musee Cluny

The Musee Cluny, now officially the Musee National du Moyer Age, is just a few blocks from our apartment.  It would be a return visit from our 2009 trip to see The Lady and the Unicorn, a set of 6 tapestries considered one of the greatest European works of art of the Middle Ages.  For those who like historical fiction, Tracy Chevalier's The Lady and the Unicorn depicts the tapestries. Somehow we exited the museum without seeing the unicorn tapestries.  We will probably return and rent a head set since the musee could care less for the English language. We hardly knew what we were viewing. And we will need to find those tapestries.  

Tapestries (not Unicorn) in the Musee Cluny

Our next stop was at the Musee d'Orsay, a museum that holds the most extensive collection of impressionist and post-impressionist masterpieces in the world.  We spent the remainder of our day here and only saw the symbolists. This former train station has been transformed into a place of beauty and tranquility.  The main salon which extends the length of the building is filled with sculpture, and today many artists drawing the sculptures, photographers clicking away and admirers roaming throughout.  We ate lunch on the 5th floor betneath the huge station clock, saw a bit more amazing art and headed home.  

Musee d'Orsay

Pictures of the day at flickr.

More pics at flickr.

That Tourist Thing, The Tower

Can you see the Weimaraner?

To inaugurate our visit to Paris we chose the Eiffel Tower.  There are certain tourist activities that just can't be denied.  And there is nothing kitsch about the Eiffel Tower.  We seemed to have approached from the back yard where Parisians were walking their dogs.  The Weimaraner with the most beautiful blue eyes escorted us down the long barren open space. We were alone other than the few dog walkers, and had an unobstructed view of this amazing feat of architecture and labor. Once we were standing beneath the four pillars, I felt almost dizzy.  We elected to go full Monty and rode to the top level.  From there we could see our neighborhood with the Pantheon, Sacre Coure, Notre Dame and the Arch de Triomphe.  

View of Paris from the Eiffel Tower

I began the day with a much needed haircut. I look much better, don't you think? So Parisienne.  I believe every woman should have their hair cut when in Paris.  After, I managed to buy a baguette and two croissants for a late breakfast with Wayne.  All of this without more than merci, bon jour and s'il vous plait in my vocabulary.  Hand gestures and coins work wonders.  

We walked 8 miles today and were happy to make it home.  We picked up some jambon croissants at our local Patisserie, crawled into our coffin sized elevator for a ride to the 6th floor and collapsed happy and delighted to be in gai Paris. More pictures on flickr.

London is a riddle, Paris is an explanation. GK Chesterson

One might ask when in London, what is life all about? What is the meaning of my existence? Why am I so happy?  Then one arrives in Paris, and all becomes clear.  There are dozens of people queueing up to buy their daily baguette, the bells of Notre Dame are peeling, a bottle of red is sitting on the table and out your window is the Eiffel Tower.

We took the Eurostar train from London to Paris, a 3.5 hour trip in a very pleasant car.  The train beats flying any day.  In Paris it was a bit confusing finding our local train.  But with lots of help from friendly Parisians (yes, friendly) we we got on the correct train and walked out of the underground to be face to face with Notre Dame.  We are on Boulevard St Germaine in the Latin Quarter only a block from the hotel where we stayed in 1999.  We were met by a representative of the apartment who took us up the 6 floors and explained how to get along in our Parisian neighborhood.  And what a fabulous neighborhood it is. Out our front window we can see the Eiffel Tower and the Pantheon; out the back we see Notre Dame. We are surrounded by patisseries, boulangeries, charcuteries.  The metro is steps from our door.  I think I'm in heaven.  Pictures of the neighborhood can be seen on flickr.

Kensington and Piccadilly

Royal Albert Hall

That Victoria! She did love her Albert.  One of the many many tributes to him is the Royal Albert Hall of Arts and Sciences in South Kensington.  We didn't see the interior but the exterior is impressive with a wonderful mosaic frieze depicting the arts and sciences.  The entire area is rife with red brick, upscale shops, hospitals, universities, gardens and many European embassies.  We were in Kensington to check out the Saatchi Gallery and to eat at a Rick Steves recommendation, The Anglesea Arms.  The Albert Hall was just a nice addition.  Unfortunately the Saatchi was closed to hang a new show.  And, the Anglesea was good but not worth a trip.  

As we had not been to Piccadilly Circus on this trip, we walked there just to say we walked there.  Then on to our apartment to prepare for our departure tomorrow for Paris. We have thorough enjoyed London.  While our apartment was serviceable, it was not charming.  The area was very convenient to public transportation: bus, underground and ferry.  However, we walked to most main attractions gaining the benefit of both exercise and local discoveries.  The weather was most cooperative.  The people polite and diverse.  "Adieu, adieu my London."  Additional Pictures at Flickr

Hampstead Village and Covent Gardens

Hampstead Train Station

Our Westminster guide, Rosie, had suggested Hampstead Village for a visit, and we took her advice.  Hampstead is an area of London about 4 miles north of Charing Cross. It is known for Hampstead Heath, artistic and literary associations, and as the residence of more millionaires than any other area of the United Kingdom.  So, you know right away we were going to find a good bakery.  

The Hampstead tube station is the deepest station on the underground network.  We had to take an elevator to exit.  The architecture is mostly Georgian, with notable homes and former residents among them Agatha Christie, John Constable, Henry Moore and Sigmund Freud.  We had a delightful lunch at The Horseshoe and walked a bit on the Heath.

  

Covent Garden Market

Curious about Covent Garden Market, we stopped there on our way home.  Surrounded by upscale designer shops the Market is more of a flea market.  The area was once a fruit and vegetable market and home to prostitutes one of whom was our new friend, Lady Emma Hamilton.  

St Dunstan's

One of the nice aspects of walking to places is little discoveries like St Dunstan's. On our walk home from Covent Garden, we spotted the remains of St Dunstan's hidden among giant skyscrapers.  It has been a site used for Christian worship for one thousand years.  The church was severely damaged in the Blitz of 1941.  Only Wren's tower and steeple survive.  London has turned the ruins into a public garden.  

Christopher Wren's Tower and Steeple, St DunstanS

Pictures of our day at Flickr.

Greenwich and the Prime Meridian

The Prime Meridian at the Royal Observatory

Another world shaking event occurred for the LaGues today.  It was not just 2 weeks ago while in Iceland we were able to span the ever growing gap between the North American and Eurasian Tectonic plates.  Now, today we have stood at ground zero on the Prime Meridian line and straddle the east and west hemispheres.  To accomplish this feat we took a fast ferry to Greenwich on our first rainy day.

The Royal Observatory sits high on a hill and overlooks the Thames and the London skyline.  Here in the Observatory's courtyard the Meridian is marked with a brass line incised with world locations and their degrees.  Inside the Observatory and aligned with the brass is a green laser light line.  The building is filled with the machinations invented over the centuries to aid in navigation.  Christopher Wren who loved science and mathematics designed the building.

The National Maritime Museum

In addition to visiting the Royal Observatory, we came upon a nice little exhibit at the National Maritime Museum about Emma Hamilton.  I knew nothing of her.  But she is a most interesting woman of history.  Born poor, she went to London at age 12 to work.  She died the wife of a British envoy to Naples and the lover of Lord Nelson.  In between she was one of the most painted women of her era. Check her out.  Lord Nelson and her husband died before her, leaving her eventually penniless.

The village of Greenwich is the typical charming English place with pubs, Georgian buildings, monuments, church spires and cars on the wrong side of the street.  We ended our day there with a little dinner and a ferry ride home.  All other pictures are on flickr.

Westminster and the Houses of Parliament

We got an early start today with a scheduled tour of Westminster Abbey and the Houses of Parliament.  Our guide, Rosie, met us at the Westminster book shop where we began our tour of the Abbey.  No photographs are allowed inside.  Therefore, you all must go and see for yourselves.  The nave is the highest in England and in the style of English perpendicular Gothic architecture. It's vaulted ceiling is breathtaking with white stone and golden bosses. There were only 10 of us (with the usual couple who were late for every meet-up), and it was a slow, winter's day.  Thus, we had good views of everything with very little crowd shuffling.  Rosie noted for us, the coronation chair, the tombs of Elizabeth I and sister Mary, Edward the Confessor who built a Norman style church here, and the poet's corner where one can find the tombs of Chaucer, Thomas, Browning, and Dickens among many others.  

Westminster Hall entrance to St Stephen's Hall

Entering the Houses of Parliament through very tight security, one first passes through Westminster Hall, the oldest building on the Parliamentary estate.  The most impressive part of the structure other than its size, is the hammer beam roof installed by Richard II which is the largest clear span medieval roof in England.  Functionally, the Hall played and still plays a central role in British history.  The trails of Thomas More, Guy Fawkes and Charles I were held here, royalty lie in state here. Today statesmen of note speak here, notably President Obama, Aung San Suu, Nelson Mandela.  The houses of Common and Lords are two wings that emit from a central octagonal lobby where members of both houses can meet. It was interesting to be in the House of Commons where we occasionally see the members all making points with the PM.  The members far out number the seats available.  

We wanted to return to the Borough Market and shop for dinner. On the way we were pelted with hail.  There we found what we wanted in cheese, bread, sausages and chocolates.  Pictures at flickr.  

Dinner a la Borough Market

Hyde Park, Herrods and Portobello

We alighted the tube at Marble Arch station where we came upon The Marble Arch itself.  This arch once sat at the courtyard of Buckingham palace.  When Buckingham was enlarged (for Queen Victoria ha) the Arch was moved to the current site which is very near the former site of the Tyburn Gallows.  Today the Arch is often the place of demonstrations.

We walked through the beautiful Hyde Park to Harrods where we had a lovely lunch while serenaded by piano.  The vastness of Harrods is discombobulating.  All I wanted was a stocking cap.  All I could find was designer boutiques with the rare fur hat.  I was also swamped by over made, over dressed, over self involved women.  Time to hit the streets for Notting Hill where the everyday people shop.

Notting Hill is home to the Portobello Market.  This market is truly a plein aire market with numbered stalls on the street.  We arrived late in the day; most vendors were packing up.  There was a festival area with music.  But, we were tired, picked up some cheese and sausage in a local market and headed home.

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The Bridge, The Borough, The Bard and Bach

We began our day with a stroll across Tower Bridge, which is not far at all from our apartment.  Once over the Thames we walked the embankment where we discovered the most fabulous Borough Market.  Large and comprehensive it is sheltered by train and street overpasses.  The vendors here are only tempting one with delights for the palette.  Wonderful stalls of cheeses, breads, chocolates, meats, fish...my mouth is still watering.  We thought we would keep walking on toward Shakespeare's Globe Theater and return to purchase items later for a picnic style dinner.

Borough Market

Along the route down the Thames, we saw a charming little church and couldn't resist going inside.  Here we found a memorial to Shakespeare (the man is everywhere), and discovered this was his parish church.  We spent so much time exploring the Southwark area that the market was closed when we returned.  Dinner plans were changed, and we were lucky enough to find a great meal at Cote, a brassier along the route home. 

Following dinner, we walked to St Martins in the Field for an evening concert.  Our path took us across the Millenium Foot Bridge.  It was dark by then.  The rails of the bridge were lit a rich ultramarine blue forming perspective lines that vanished in the distance at St Paul's Cathedral. Our concert was by Trafalgar Sonifonia who performed some Bach, Vivaldi, and Handle to cap off our day.

St Martin's in the Field

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Cleopatra, Shakespeare and Shepard

Wayne and the Bard

We've become very familiar with the Thames Path since it leads from our East End area to central London to where we've found ourselves bound almost daily.  The Path is 184 miles long beginning at the source in the Cotswolds and ending in Greenwich.  In London it is a wide stone path built along the embankment of the Thames.  On this walk we wanted to see the Cleopatra's Needle, one of three such obelisks erected in London, Paris and NYC.  The NYC obelisk in Central Park is the pair to London's.  It is flanked by two sphinx that beg sitting under.  Today was the first foggy day.  But, as we walked along the Thames, there were beautiful views of the bridges cast in gray silhouettes which reminded me of both Monet's and Whistler's paintings.  And, paintings were what we sought after at the National Portrait Gallery,  Among their collection is the Chandos Painting, which is long held to be the portrait of William Shakespeare from which the engraving for the first folio was taken.  It is the first work in the Portrait Gallery's collection. You can imagine Wayne's delight.  

We had dinner at Lotus, an Indian restaurant, near the National Portrait Gallery and Trafalgar Studio where we were attending a Sam Shepard play, The Buried Child.  London is famous for its wonderful Indian Food.  Lotus did not disappoint serving up a wonderful complexity of flavors, spices, breads and a memorial presentation.  Service was grand.  I recommend it highly.  The Buried Child, starring Ed Harris and Amy Madigan was too minimalist for us. The director seemed to be as interested in the atmospheric conditions of a mid-western dysfunctional family as he was in Shepard's dialogue.  There were long periods of the actors contemplating each other, themselves, dripping water.  Interestingly, though, during intermission some Brits in back of us began discussing the state of world affairs, which inevitable led to Donald Trump.  One woman just kept repeating over and over, "Oh, the poor, poor Americans."  as the others signed in agreement.  It set the same tone as the play.  

Ed Harris in The Buried Child

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