|Our first up-close with the cathedral|
But first, breakfast. We stopped in at a place called VQ, and perhaps in retrospect we would not have selected it if we’d known (a) it has multiple locations around London and (b) it’s open 24/7. Trying to embrace the local food tradition I ordered bubble and squeak. Color me unimpressed. Michael had better luck ordering a simple breakfast sandwich. At least it was quick and the espresso was delicious!
|I made this photo before realizing that photography|
was not allowed.
|View from the Stone Gallery|
|The round white building in the foreground |
is Shakespeare’s Globe theatre
The views from the Golden Gallery weren’t substantially better, and the sense of vertigo I got from looking over the parapet was palpable, but I still felt a real sense of accomplishment for climbing all that way. At one point, there’s a small circle in the floor near the top of the stairs positioned exactly in the middle above the dome where you can look down into the cathedral, spying the chairs assembled far below.
|Those brown specks are chairs in the nave. (Michael’s photo, not mine)|
After getting our fill of fresh air and views, we began our descent to ground level. By the time we reached the nave, it had filled up quite a bit more with tourists so we were glad to have arrived as early as we had. We took a seat o rest our jelly-legs from our vertical exertions as much as to take in the grandeur of the dome from the inside. It was here, I’m somewhat ashamed to say, that I made a few surreptitious photos.
|See that tiny speck of light in the lower part of the innermost circle?|
That’s the “peephole” we looked down from on our climb to the Golden Gallery
|Even more refreshing than a turn about the room|
|Until next time, St. Paul’s...|
|See where those tiny people are? That’s where we were!|
|Yup, for comparison purposes so you can see the|
Golden Gallery vis a vis the rest of the dome
This delighted me to no end, since I had been longing to do their Midsummer Night’s Dream-themed afternoon tea in conjunction with our tickets to see the matinee of Henry V, but the timing simply didn’t work out. It hadn’t occurred to me before the trip that we could manage to get to the Globe on a different day from seeing the play! Michael had never before experienced afternoon tea, and I myself had only had it one time prior in Ireland, and this one lived up to all of the anticipation.
|The bespoke china used for tea at the Swan|
And since this seems like quite enough to be getting on with, I’ll conclude Wednesday’s report here and simply add my thoughts about Harry Potter and the Cursed Child to Thursday.