Day Trip to Canterbury

Canterbury Cathedral

7 January 2020

Whenever we're in England we try to get together with PDaniel*, our buddy from college. This time we saw him twice, first to see the Troy exhibition at the British Museum, and again the next day for a day trip to Canturbury.

It's an easy train ride from south-central London to Canterbury. The pedestrian bridge from the train station into town landed us on the city wall. 

On the other side was a park with a maze.

On a grassy mound off to the side of the wall was a grassy mound. A short path wound around the hill to a monument at the top. From what we could gather from what little explanation a small plaque gave us, the edifice was built in honor of a local boy done good, some Simmons chap. It's not in Wikipedia.

There was a good view from up there anyway.

We climbed back down and followed the city wall into town.

Somebody needs to tell this vendor that mooses aren't pheasants.

The cathedral was partially cloaked in scaffolding.

Inside, I mostly took pictures of stained glass, funky chairs, and funky ornamentation.

I couldn't tell if these candle-thingies were glass or ceramic.

Sacred spider webs:

We weren't supposed to take pictures down in the crypt, but I did anyway, just this one, no flash. Send me to hell. Whatever. I'm an atheist.

On our way to find somewhere for lunch, we passed this church:

There wasn't much else to do in the center of town, so we headed back to the station and caught the next train back to London.


(*If I were to explain his name, I'd ruin the mystique, so I'm not gonna.)