An entrance to one of the gardens originally used by the monks of Westminster Abbey centuries ago |
October
was busier with school and a couple of colds, but I decided to not let that
stop me from exploring outside the Riviera a little. Conveniently, Europe has
three or four budget airlines that provide cheap flights to places as long as
you book them a couple of weeks ahead of time. So, in a rather
spur-of-the-moment decision I booked a flight to one of the places I've always
dreamed of visiting—London.
Now,
one of the disadvantages of a budget airline is that, well, they try to make up
for the fact that they’re a budget airline by charging for everything extra
they can, including checked luggage, which costs about €24 (about $30) per bag.
So I just packed everything I thought I would need in my backpack, and, believe
me, it was so full that I could hardly close all of the zippers.
My
flight was a night flight on a Thursday, but thankfully it only lasted about two
hours. I flew into London Luton Airport north of the main city with no problem
and took a bus from the airport to Central London to Baker Street Station.
(Yes, that is THE Baker Street.) I had found a convenient hostel in Central
London right across the street from the Great Portland Street Tube station, so
I walked about twenty minutes from Baker Street to Great Portland Street in the
much colder and wetter London weather. It didn’t take long to notice everyone
driving on the wrong side of the road, but the Brits have been kind enough to
mark on the streets at every crosswalk, “LOOK RIGHT” or “LOOK LEFT” as needed.I guess they figured they should help people out when people kept on almost getting run over because they looked the wrong way before crossing the street. |
The Tube goes down what appear to be tubes, hence the name. |
So, anyway, about the hostel: It
was definitely a unique experience. The security was really good and the staff
were very nice. I had a bunk in a 10-bed male dorm with a community room with
showers and toilets. Granted, it was definitely not as clean or as nice as a
hotel, but then it was only £24 a night. I’m just glad that I was provided with
a throw-away mat for my feet! Also, there was only one rather sleazy guy in the
room (a Spanish dude with a drinking problem), but he was summarily kicked out
the next day for repeatedly bringing alcohol into the hostel. Most of the
others that I heard talking were Eastern Europeans who kept to themselves. They
didn’t look like the cleanest people in the world (one of them had a ponytail
that looked to not have been washed for a VERY long time), but they didn’t
bother me, and I didn’t bother them.
One
of the mistakes I made before I came was not planning out my tours very well. I
had just thought, “I’m going to go sightseeing in London” and didn’t think that
it might be wise to figure out what sights to see beforehand since I only had
two days (Friday and Saturday). But anyway, I decided to go see the Tower of
London on Friday afternoon and went over to the Tube station since the London
Tube (i.e., the subway) is the quickest and cheapest way to get around if you
don’t mind going up and down stairways and escalators all the time.
Looks rather grim even today, doesn't it? |
So,
the Tower of London: it’s bigger than I thought it would be. When you hear the
word tower, you usually think of ONE
tower, right? Not here. No, there are actually over twenty towers contained in the “Tower of London” built over
hundreds of years since the time of William the Conqueror. I saw such sights as
Traitors’ Gate, a water gate from which such notables as Anne Boleyn, Lady Jane
Grey, and Elizabeth I (when imprisoned by her sister Queen Mary) were led up
into the Tower to be imprisoned. One of the Yeoman Warders took us to the
Chapel Royal of St. Peter Ad Vincula, where some of the same notable prisoners
went before being executed on Tower Hill or just outside on the Tower Green. In
fact, Anne Boleyn and Lady Jane Grey are buried around the chapel’s altar, and
restorers in the 19th century found the headless bodies of no fewer
than 1500 people buried underneath the chapel floor. (One thing I learned from
my trip to London is that you cannot escape hearing about some death or
deaths.)
Since I didn’t have time to tour
all the towers, I decided to do the essentials. First stop: the Jewel House. I
was excited to see that a regiment of the world famous Scots Guards protects
the Crown Jewels in the Jewel House and eagerly pictures of the ones I saw.
Unfortunately, I was told after snapping one picture inside that pictures are
not allowed. Thus I cannot show pictures of St. Edward’s Crown and all the
Coronation spoons, the Orb, scepters, swords, and maces that I saw all
glittering with gold and jewels worth more than I will probably make in my
entire life. The British have done a fantastic job of arranging the Jewel
House. One begins by seeing on the wall some explanation of the history of the
Crown Jewels and a video about the English Civil War, when many of the Crown
Jewels were destroyed or sold off by the Roundheads. Then there is a video of
part of the coronation of Elizabeth II while the coronation anthem “Zadok the
Priest” by Handel plays over a surround sound system. As you view each item in
the coronation, there is written on the wall the part of the coronation script
where that piece is given to the new monarch. Then in a veritable climax you
see St. Edward’s Crown, the actual crown placed on the monarch’s head at the
climax of the coronation. I had goosebumps you wouldn’t believe the entire time
I was there!
After that, I decided to go tour
the White Tower, which is the original Tower of London built by William the
Conqueror near London just after his conquest in 1066. Today it houses displays
from the Royal Armoury, including armor of almost every king from the reign of
Henry VIII to George VI, the father of Elizabeth II, ceremonial swords, and
gifts sent from foreign rulers to the king. Unfortunately, I did not have a lot
of time to see much more of the Tower of London, but what I did see was enough
to make me say to myself, “Next time years from now when I’m in London again…”
It was getting to be about 7:30
by the time I got back to the hostel. Unfortunately, I missed supper, BUT I
remembered seeing the night before on Baker Street a Pizza Hut (!!). Now, you
have to realize that Pizza Hut is practically nonexistent in France, so I
couldn’t resist. I went there and had a nice ham pizza that didn’t really taste
a lot like actual American Pizza Hut, but it was a good English approximation.
I just had to take a picture of it!
Ah, Pizza Hut! It's been too long! Having coucous from the buffet was unique, but hey! It was good anyway! |
After having wasted a few hours
planning what to do on Friday, I decided that night on a rough itinerary for
Saturday since I had a lot of places still that I wanted to see. I had already
booked a guided tour of the Houses of Parliament and so decided to fit in
Westminster Abbey right across the street and Buckingham Palace.
First, before going to the
Houses of Parliament, I visited St. Margaret’s Church next door to Westminster
Abbey. Though definitely smaller than its neighbor, it has a lot of history
contained in it as well, as evidenced by the large amounts of plaques on the wall
in memory of various people, and hidden among all these plaques are some more
famous ones such as Milton, who went to church here, and Olaudah Equiano, the
former slave who helped William Wilberforce in his fight against slavery in Great
Britain. In addition, Sir Walter Raleigh himself is buried by the altar.
"When you hear the tone, the time will be..." |
The Houses of Parliament were
amazing to say the least. They don’t resemble much the original houses from
medieval times, since the only original building is Westminster Hall built by
King William II in 1097, and you can tell its age by the Romanesque style with massive
wooden beams holding up a towering ceiling. I could only take pictures of this
room, but I took plenty! Westminster Hall is also where Charles I and William
Wallace were tried and where famous British dignitaries such as Winston
Churchill and the Queen Mother have lain in state.
Leaving the stone and wood
Westminster Hall, one enters into a world of gilt, crystal, and magnificent
artistry from the time of Queen Victoria. Paintings from important moment s of
British history like the Battles of Waterloo and Trafalgar and the English
Civil War adorn the walls, while busts of important people are found all over.
Our tour walked through these rooms while the tour guide pointed out various
points along the route Queen Elizabeth walks when she opens Parliament each
year. Eventually we ended up in the House of Lords, with red and gold seen
everywhere. At one end of the room is an enormous golden throne where the queen
sits to open Parliament. We were not allowed to sit on the benches because they
are strictly reserved for members.
After the House of Lords, we
made our way to the House of Commons, which has themes of green and gold.
Before going into the actual House, the tour guide pointed out the unique way
that the House of Commons uses for voting. There are two rooms next to the
House: the Yea Room and the Nay Room. Whenever there is a vote, a bell is rung
for eight minutes, making some members have to literally run back to the House
of Commons. (Parts from the movie Amazing
Grace come to mind.) The members gather themselves into the two rooms
depending on whether they are for or against the bill in question, and each
side is counted as the members walk into the House.
The House itself is
comparatively new, having been destroyed by a German bomb during the Battle of
Britain in World War II and rebuilt under the direction of Churchill. All of
the reminders of the terrible bombing have been erased—except one. The old
damaged entryway into the House was kept intact by Churchill’s decision as a
reminder to the members of the horrors of war.
In the antechamber are statues
of important prime ministers, including Churchill and Margaret Thatcher.
Apparently some people have objected to the statue of Margaret Thatcher because
she is not carrying her usual purse on her arm while she points at someone with
her finger.
The House of Commons was rebuilt
exactly like it was before, except with some more advanced technology, green
cushions, etc. People had considered having it “modernized” to accommodate all
the members (some members have to sit up in the balcony because there is not
enough space). However, Churchill objected because he said it would not be the
same without being able to stare down your opponents on the other side. For
those of you curious why it was set up that way in the first place, I learned
an interesting fact: Before the king gave Parliament a place for the House of Commons
several hundred years ago, it was actually a chapel. And now you know the rest
of the story…
You can definitely see some of the same stuff you see in cathedrals in France. |
Next, Westminster Abbey: Where
to begin! Well, I couldn’t take pictures in the actual cathedral, just in the
cloisters and gardens. Let me tell you, though, that it was one of the most
amazing experiences of my life! The towering Gothic ceiling is unlike anything
I have ever seen, and the stained glass is also astounding! I was not able to
go up to the high altar though because the floor is an intricate tiled floor
from the 1200s.
Over the main door of the abbey. I can't imagine how much time it took to put in such intricate sculpture work! |
Part of the Great Cloister just outside the main cathedral. Each one of those black slabs is someone's grave. Note all of the memorials on the wall. |
The Choir of Westminster Abbey being dismissed from rehearsal |
Now, one thing to know about the
English, as evidenced by the chapel in the Tower of London, is that they love
burying people in churches. They went all out here. You cannot walk five steps
before walking over large slabs with inscriptions, sometimes in Latin and
sometimes in older English. Numerous little chapels branch off the main church.
Some of these chapels are dedicated to saints, and some to kings. Henry VII’s
chapel contains the tombs of Henry VII and his wife as well as some other
royals, and next to the chapel, on the left, is the tomb of Queen Elizabeth I
with her sister Queen Mary I buried underneath her. On the top o f the tomb is
a statue of Queen Elizabeth lying in repose. On the other side, built by James
I to rival Queen Elizabeth’s chapel, is the tomb of his mother, Mary, Queen of
Scots, who was beheaded by Queen Elizabeth. I was also able to visit the Poets’
Corner, where such notables as Geoffrey Chaucer, George Frederick Handel,
Robert Browning, and Charles Dickens are buried. On the wall in front of Handel’s
grave is a statue of him holding part of the score of his Messiah: the beginning of “I know that my Redeemer liveth.” I also
saw the bust of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, the only American poet to be
honored with a bust in the Poets’ Corner. It was interesting trying to find it.
You have to realize that there are busts and statues EVERYWHERE, so it’s hard
to locate one statue. I asked one of the people working there, but he did not
seem to even know who Longfellow was. However, after asking several other
people, he finally found the bust. Toward the end of my tour I heard the magnificent
organ playing for the famous Choir of Westminster Abbey, who were warming up
for rehearsal. Now THAT was amazing. Here I had just walked down the aisle to
the altar, and then the choir that sang at the wedding of William and Kate was
rehearsing! Wow…
Anyway, the cloisters were very
beautiful, one of the oldest parts of the abbey as evidenced by the more
Romanesque architecture. I saw the oldest door in merrie olde Englande, a door
built during the reign of Edward the Confessor around 1050. (I was actually
able to touch it!!!)
Looks pretty good for being almost one thousand years old! |
You can probably tell that I
spent quite a lot of time, actually four or five hours, in the abbey. I thought
about taking the Tube to Buckingham Palace, but I thought I should walk a
little at least, since the palace isn’t too terribly far from the abbey. So I
walked down a tree-lined street next to St. James’s Park and walked up to the
Palace with the magnificent Victoria Memorial in front. The gates to the palace
were closed, but I did take pictures in front of the gates.
Anybody home? |
Victoria is found everywhere in London, and for good reason too! |
Trafalgar Square with Nelson's Column in the middle |
I then decided to
walk down the Mall through the Admiralty Arch to Trafalgar Square. While taking
pictures in front of the National Portrait Gallery, I noticed Big Ben lit up in
the distance, it being about five or six o’clock by now. I thought to myself, “I
really wish I could get some good pictures of London at night,” and then
thought, “Well, why not? I can just go back out after I eat supper!” It was so
much fun, even though it started raining again! I first ate a quick supper back
at my hostel and then took the Tube all over Central London, first to 221B Baker Street, which was absolutely awesome; Tower
Bridge, which I walked across of course; then to St. Paul’s Cathedral, although
I didn’t see the Bird Lady there; then to London Bridge, which is still here
but not all it’s cracked up to be; then to Westminster again to take pictures
of Big Ben and Westminster Abbey and walk across Westminster Bridge. I also
managed to take a video of Big Ben chiming eleven o’clock!
I was sad to leave London on
Sunday, but I must say I smirked when the captain on the airplane told us that
it was a balmy 70 degrees in Nice (whereas it was 50 degrees in London and
beginning to rain yet again). I heard almost everyone on the aircraft breathe a
sigh of relief. On the way back, I wrote in my journal while gazing out the
window at Paris and the beautiful fields of central France.
You could definitely tell I had
been somewhere north of Nice because I was lugging two jackets and a sweater in
80-degree weather in Nice. I felt like I was home, though, when I heard
everyone speaking French again. I thought to myself, “That’s rather ironic to
feel comforted to hear a foreign language after being in an English-speaking
country.”
Overall, I am so glad I was able
to have the opportunity to see one of the places I had read and seen so much
about! It is one of my fondest memories of my study abroad experience.
The Sherlock Holmes Museum, located at--you guessed it--221B Baker Street. |
Tower Bridge. I never knew you could string so many lights on one bridge! |
"Early each day to the steps of St. Paul's..." |
The London Eye. Wasn't able to go up it this time. Maybe next time.... |
What's London without a little rain and a lot of street lamps? |
Probably one of my faves from London. |
Black and white is awesome. |
Maybe someday I'll be able to go to all the places pointed out. |