So, after rising from our squeaky bed and taking showers in the large, but inconveniently shelfless shower, Mr. Kat and I head out for brekkie, which is finally had at a little sandwich shop called the Gran Sasso on Caledonian Street near King’s Cross. They have free WiFi and the prices for small but tasty food and coffee are very good. (We have already discovered that London is Very Expensive–also having a heat wave of upper seventies temps and rather full of black soot that settles on your skin and up your nose.)
After breakfast and WiFi, we head for the Canal Museum, of which I take no pics–what am I thinking?–but get many notes and ideas for Book 4. We then walk near, but not next to, the canal–since the tow path is closed for remodeling–past a “grade 1 listed building” (historically significant) which turns out to be a very pretty iron work gas storage register from the 1860s, and on to find St. Pancras Old Church.
Which has an interesting graveyard and a clock.
But what’s really interesting about Old St. Pankers is that it’s been… umm… remodeled. See…there’s this railroad right behind it (that goes to St. Pancras station oddly enough) and back in the 19th Century, they had to dig up the graves and move them around in order to build said railroad. And there are several odd memorials that seem to have been moved to St. Pancras as well as the odd arrangement of graves from those that were there to begin with. Like….
The Tomb of Sir John Soanes and his wife and son:
Which looks remarkably like a phone box
There are several things about Old St. Pancras that make one wonder if they really did move all those bones….
Like the Hardy Tree:
Take a look at the other side of the tree and you can see the stones go all the way around, 3 – 4 ranks deep:
Maybe near this interesting feature beside the railroad wall:
Jim gets very cranky after I force him to sit through the canal museum while I take notes and buy books, then walk all the way over to the backside of St. Pancras, so we go up past Mornington Crescent in Camden Town for… Pie and a Pint at a pub called Belushi’s. And Jim takes my picture which he tries to show off.
Then we walk back down to Mornington Crescent tube station and head off to New Bond Street to look for Will’s place of work: Sotheby’s auction house. We find it after a salmon-swimming-upstream experience at Oxford Circus station and more swimming through the rush hour crowds.
As we near the quarry, the crowds thin miraculously until… by 4:55, New Bond is a ghost town, with only the sound of keys in locks and our own footsteps on the pavement.
Really tired, we head around the corner to Oxford and Regent’s Street and find… crowds galore as the evacuees from New Bond and the rest of Oxford Circus area have all settled on the sidewalks in front of pub with pints of beer. We head into a coffee bar before any of them can contemplate needing sobriety and manage to cop a couple of comfy chairs in a Caffe Nero–one of what we eventually discover to be innumerable coffee chains, a-la Seattle, in London. I find a faceless dog on the wall of a club,
More beer, more food and off to bed for Day 3….!