The temperatures in London have been bonkers, more like May. The garden can’t understand and if this goes on much longer we will be mowing the lawn throughout the whole year. At least it’s keeping the heating bills down. And it’s given me the incentive to dig out one compost bin before sifting it into a builder’s sack and then reorganizing the rest
I followed a walking tour around the City named The World Reimagined.
This comprises a series of globes that various artists have decorated in ways that reflect their thoughts on what the world today, and specifically the City of London might have been like had the transatlantic slave trade not happened as well as giving a voice and a face to those lost in the mists of that bloody history.
The globes are all eye catching, all thought-provoking. Other similar tours have been installed in other parts of London and other cities with direct connections to that trade, eg Liverpool. The tour ends on 31/10. I will do a separate post on the globes.
Walking the City, there are other images that catch the eye. Here are a few…
Bracken House, built as a home for the Financial Times and with this eye-catching clock/calendar. Anyone guess who’s that as the boss in the centre?
St Paul’s Cathedral… outside is a statue of Queen Anne under whose reign the same old transatlantic slave trade did rather well
Mind you, on a Sunday, being around St Paul’s is something of a noisy experience
Beyond St Paul’s I passed Bow Church
And the Guildhall, with its busts of those seventeenth century historical favourites, Pepys, Wren, Cromwell and Shakespeare
Further on there is the Bank of England – for some reason, also called the Old Lady of Threadneedle Street – I should look that one up
next to the Royal Exchange, part of the rich insurance heritage hereabouts,
As is the weird outside in Lloyds building, not a million miles from another iconic London landmark, the Gherkin
and beyond that, and nearly at the end of my stroll, our very own Ghostbusters building, Mitre Court
All very jolly, unlike the standoff between our aging dowager and the kid’s cat Tipsy with whom she fails to see eye to eye. Good to see the old bird standing her ground, defending her territory…
I wonder which one is growling?
I don’t want you to go away with the idea that Tipsy isn’t relaxed and enjoying her time here…