Memories of various trips to England have been popping up on Facebook. I am ready to visit again.
At the Elgar Birthplace Museum outside of Worcester.
2005. In front of Kensington Palace on a Thanksgiving Break trip to London.
The research reading room at the Royal School for Music in London.
Elgar lived here as a boy.
At Shakespeare’s birthplace.
The tower at Gloucester Cathedral.
Norman tower on a Gothic cathedral.
On the way home.
With Ramelle Sarna.
Fish & chips from a market stall.
At the hotel.
The District Line train, arriving at Kew.
From the church yard.
At Michael’s grave in July 2013, Twigworth Church, Gloucestershire.
JC by the River Severn, Gloucester.
Apparently the water table is high in Truro, since water was running in stone gutters all over town.
A bee, and white lavender, in the cloister herb garden.
My first and so far only London beer this trip.
1997. At St. George’s Windsor, England, preparing for an Evensong. That’s me at left center with my arms crossed, standing at the foot of the aisle.
Tower Bridge at dusk.
Howells, Vaughan Williams, and Stanford, all together in eternal rest.
Astride the Prime Meridian, one foot in the Western Hemisphere, the other not.
Shard, from Tate Modern.
A PERFECT English breakfast.
At Wells Cathedral.
Looking toward Westminster.
The church from the lych gate.
With John Schaefer and George Emblom.
A Greenwich street scene.
The Herbert Howells window in the Lady Chapel, Gloucester Cathedral.
Aboard the Cutty Sark.
HM the Queen and others of the royal family on the balcony of Buckingham Palace.
The cathedral spire is notable everywhere in town.
London Metropolitan Fire Brigade, by our hotel.
Northwest of London.
JC after Evensong at King’s College Cambridge.
At Stonehenge, 13 July 2013.
Street scene, with the Cathedral west porch behind.
Flowers in The Shard, 60+ floors up.
A field of poppies, viewed from the train to Cambridge.
At the Tower.
The Clock Tower, etc.
St. Paul’s Cathedral in the distance.
The Clock Tower, from the Thames.
JC in front of Buckingham Palace before the royal appearance.
Youngest nephew Joseph is quite the teenage zoologist. My sister suggested I take him to the Kansas City Zoo at Swope Park on Wednesday last, so Joe and I waited out the rain and then spent two hours with sea lions and tigers and lorikeets and kangaroos and red pandas and Merino sheep and such. And a good time was had by all.
Joe pets a stingray.
This one is just waiting for a lift from the train.
In all my visits to Washington, D.C., I had never stopped by the United States Botanic Garden.
Truth be told, the Missouri Botanical Garden is so much more better!
But visit I did, and I’m glad for the two hours there on Wednesday.
From the things we eat greenhouse:
Random other plants that caught my eye:
The cactus room was great fun, but difficult to photograph.
Washington, D.C. is a fabled and wonderful place for this student of history, architecture, and politics.
And the view of the United States Capitol gets me every time.
From Wednesday, on Capitol Hill:
Thanks to the kindness of the mother of a prospective student, I had a private guided tour on Wednesday of the FBI Experience.
The best parts? J. Edgar Hoover’s desk. And the live firing range where nine agents were shooting their quarterly qualification. And the company of a lively FBI employee. And the spy-craft stuff.
I’ll have more to post on Friday, but this 8.30 p.m. arrival at home after a full day in D.C. has me tired and not feeling like writing.
Thanks to Jessica Hentoff’s restaurant suggestion, I went to Cuba Libre for dinner Monday evening. Aaron joined.
Aside from the fish dinner in Tangier in February, this is the single best meal of the year so far.
And I will long dream about the spinach Manchego buñuelos, creamy fried balls of indescribable deliciousness that hit every spot on the tongue just perfectly.
We both ordered the tasting menu, which was more than filling.
I opted for the lechón asado as my main.
Let me just say THANK YOU to Jessica, and “I’ll be back as soon as I can” to Cuba Libre!
The meal started with toasted Cuban bread with mango butter. And then progressed from the sublime to most sublime.
The main course.
Odds and ends of postcards never sent . . . .