I went to England for the first time on a school trip in 1979, accompanied by two of my favorite professors. I was a bit older than the average student at the time, and had the privilege of hanging out with the professorial babysitters from time to time. One of my favorite excursions with them was the hunt for Jeremy Bentham. Read more about Jeremy Bentham
It's always worthwhile to peek around the corners in London. I peeked around the corner of Westminster Palace (Parliament) and found Emmeline Pankhurst. Of course, I think her statue should be handcuffed to the iron gates that surround Westminster, reminding us all of what women went through to gain suffrage. You do not put Emmeline in a corner! Read more about Statues of London
Laurence can be found in the vaults beneath St. Paul's Cathedral. In the altar space above is a memorial to John Donne, poet and Dean of the Cathedral in the 1620's, as well as a lovely Henry Moore Mother and Child.
Exploring Southark was not on my primary list of things to do in London and yet, if one is to say one has walked across the Tower Bridge, what is the use of just retracing steps. As it turned out, a walk along the Thames' south bank not only gave me a marvelous view of the city across the river. It also had some glories of its own. Read more about Take a Walk on the South Side
Some lucky fellow is trodding the boards at the Globe Theatre of London. The new Globe, that is. A replica. I would have loved to have seen a play, but there was no time in the schedule, plus I could only afford to join the Groundlings. After walking halfway around London, I didn't think my feet could take it.
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Sur le Pont d'Avignon
If I had known that the original dance was performed under the bridge, I might have saved myself some little trouble. Not a lot. Just a little. Read more about On-the-Bridge-d'Avignon
This is Bedford Square, just a hop and a skip from my hotel in London and another hop or so from the British Museum. It's a private little place, surrounded by wrought iron, entered only by an iron gate which seems to remain locked. Not even the Duke of Bedford seems able to enjoy it, even though he's only a block away on a pedestal with a pigeon on his head.
Sometimes you wanna go where nobody knows your name. But they will be glad you came.
If I lived up here, I could never leave. I'd never make it back up that hill.
