I decided to explore around the LSE campus, to poke around Westminster beyond the academic buildings and student markets.
This is Somerset House, a stately building right on Victoria Embankment. During the lunch hour, the terrace is swarming with people–eating, drinking, smoking, escaping from the offices and courts which seem to run Westminster.
There is a slight hill, which runs from Fleet Street down to the Embankment. The colours and detail of the rowhouses–it reminds me of San Francisco, although the slope is not nearly as steep. Still, the texture of the buildings here is something I have not gotten used to or tired of seeing.
A view of the Royal Courts of Justice, as well as a church in Westminster, could be seen stretching above the treeline as I walked up from the Thames.
The Royal Courts of Justice always seem to have loads of paparazzi and cameramen and journalists lingering outside on the pavement (which, as I learned from a gentleman in Camden, is how the British refer to the sidewalk). Apparently, any trial involving significant persons or famous people ends up here. Clearly, any tabloid worth their salt are more than aware of this. Every time I walk by, I have to pass through a thick cloud of cigarette smoke, and on top of of this, I nearly trip over approximately three or four camera/microphone cords. My day will come soon, I am certain...
Twinings' Tea–classic, savory, delicious. And cute premises, to boot.
Walking to LSE (or back towards Chancery Lane), one passes multiple clocks.
This is good news for me, for as previously stated (http://09springberlin.blogspot.com/2009/05/3-mai-2009-dresden-germany.html), I am obsessed with them.
Also on the way home, one passes this statue. We haven't figured out exactly what it is or what it represents. But I like the way the dragon (or mythical being) on top looks amid the sky and the shop fronts and the lights of Westminster.
London has many little roads and alleys that are just for pedestrians. They remind me a little bit of the Public Alleys in Boston, but these tend to be even more interesting. This one has Ye Olde Mittre within its depths, one of the oldest pubs in London.
This is Somerset House, a stately building right on Victoria Embankment. During the lunch hour, the terrace is swarming with people–eating, drinking, smoking, escaping from the offices and courts which seem to run Westminster.
There is a slight hill, which runs from Fleet Street down to the Embankment. The colours and detail of the rowhouses–it reminds me of San Francisco, although the slope is not nearly as steep. Still, the texture of the buildings here is something I have not gotten used to or tired of seeing.
A view of the Royal Courts of Justice, as well as a church in Westminster, could be seen stretching above the treeline as I walked up from the Thames.
The Royal Courts of Justice always seem to have loads of paparazzi and cameramen and journalists lingering outside on the pavement (which, as I learned from a gentleman in Camden, is how the British refer to the sidewalk). Apparently, any trial involving significant persons or famous people ends up here. Clearly, any tabloid worth their salt are more than aware of this. Every time I walk by, I have to pass through a thick cloud of cigarette smoke, and on top of of this, I nearly trip over approximately three or four camera/microphone cords. My day will come soon, I am certain...
Twinings' Tea–classic, savory, delicious. And cute premises, to boot.
Walking to LSE (or back towards Chancery Lane), one passes multiple clocks.
This is good news for me, for as previously stated (http://09springberlin.blogspot.com/2009/05/3-mai-2009-dresden-germany.html), I am obsessed with them.
Also on the way home, one passes this statue. We haven't figured out exactly what it is or what it represents. But I like the way the dragon (or mythical being) on top looks amid the sky and the shop fronts and the lights of Westminster.
London has many little roads and alleys that are just for pedestrians. They remind me a little bit of the Public Alleys in Boston, but these tend to be even more interesting. This one has Ye Olde Mittre within its depths, one of the oldest pubs in London.
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