“By seeing London, I have seen as much of life as the world can show.” – Samuel Johnson 1773 |
Forgive me from straying from the beaten track but today I’m going to write about the place I call home. I’m not sure that I can say I’m a Londoner just yet, but I’m sure that I was meant to live here. London is not everyone’s cup of tea. It’s dirty, loud and busy – no-one can deny that – but somehow it is so easy to get swallowed up in this filthy metropolis. London is the perfect balance of old and new, of ancient and futuristic. It is awe-inspiring to believe that centuries of people have walked the same path as you, stepped the same cobbles and smelt the same heavy air that falls around the city.
I haven’t lived in London for my whole life – I was sixteen before I even visited for the day – but it’s always been a place of wonder. As a child I was fascinated by the Great Fire, the Plague and the Blitz. These huge disasters, each as big as the other, were meant to wipe London out and they nearly did. However, they didn’t. That’s why London is the epitome of strength – if Londoners can survive a fire that lasted for three days, a plague and a bloody big bombing then they can survive anything. London has built on these disasters. The Monument is one of the most beautiful sights in the city – this column of stone and copper was the metaphor for rising from the ashes and building what we have today.
Why, Sir, you find no man, at all intellectual, who is willing to leave London. No, Sir, when a man is tired of London, he is tired of life; for there is in London all that life can afford. – Samuel Johnson
(I think Samuel Johnson liked London, he had a lot to say about it!)
It’s true that there is always something in London. Something to do, something to see, something to explore. You learn new things daily – I recently learnt that Bedlam, Bethlem Royal Hospital, was situated near Liverpool Street from 1247 – where your head is close to exploding with the history that is in the streets of London. In some places (particularly in the City) you are walking on streets that date back centuries, where most of the previous history has been erased save for a few blue plaques littered around. Walter Besant once said these famous words on his deathbed in 1901 – “I‘ve been walking about London for the last thirty years, and I find something fresh in it every day,” – which is striking. London is growing every day but we must somehow try and take the history with it.
So now that I’ve stopped waxing lyrical about this lovely city, here are some photos that I’ve taken on my travels around London lately. I am by no means a photographer – just a fool with a camera – but you will get the gist of London hopefully.
At the bottom of Monument –
Strangely enough, after saying it’s the most beautiful bit of London, I didn’t get a snap of the Monument but this plaque sits on the bottom. I’ll be brave enough to climb the 311 steps one day because the views from the top must be breathtaking. It is almost too much to imagine that this monument sprang from ashes (it opened in 1677, the fire was in 1666) and stands overlooking the City.
Pudding Lane, where it all began –
I must admit that half of me expected there to be a bakery on Pudding Lane as a macabre attraction for tourists and Londoners (i.e. me) to gawp at. I was disappointed to find nothing. It’s just a little side street from Eastcheap. No bakery, no fire, nothing! It’s said that Pudding Lane was called so because of the offal and general mess that would fall from butcher’s carts as they travelled from Eastcheap in medieval times. I’m very happy to report that there is no offal there today – just a simple side street that, despite being one of the most important streets in London, cowers in the shadows of the Monument.
Temple Bar, leading into Paternoster Square –
This is a rare little gem in the middle of the hustle & bustle of important business people and tourists. This, the only surviving City gate, was designed by Sir Christopher Wren in 1672 and was placed where Fleet Street meets the Strand. It was moved to Hertfordshire in 1878 but was eventually restored back in London in 2003. It’s another one of Wren’s masterpieces albeit a little overshadowed by the booming St Paul’s, a few steps away…
St Paul’s Cathedral
There is nothing I can say about this building that would bring it justice. It is awe-inspiring and breathtaking. It makes you feel tiny in comparison to its beautiful dome but you still manage to feel as though you supersede the cathedral. I sat in the middle of St Paul’s on my first ever visit inside and couldn’t help but burst into tears. If you’ve been inside, you’ll know what I mean. St Paul’s was ravaged by the fire but somehow managed to stand taller than the Blitz as the famous photo shows us all. It symbolizes a lot for me. It’s existentially British, as shown by it’s defiance during the Blitz. It symbolizes faith, strength and perseverance. It’s truly beautiful.
Tower Bridge
I couldn’t have an adventure around London without visiting Tower Bridge. I had a particularly bad job interview experience around the bridge so I’ve been trying to avoid it since then, but I realise it’s selfish of me. Tower Bridge is stoic, a symbol of British pomp and circumstance. I haven’t seen it open yet (that’s next on my to-do list) but for me, it’s easy to forget that it links the East to the South. It’s got the same presence as a building built by the Victorian’s because of it’s size. I like Tower Bridge – it’s very Towery.
View down the River from Victoria Embankment –
I was walking down Victoria Embankment minding my own business (you learn to do this in London) when this view came into sight. It stopped me in my tracks and I leaned across the wall to grab this picture. You can just see the Gherkin peeping from behind the metropolis of buildings on the left with the Shard standing defiantly on the right. The Thames looks deceivingly blue in this picture by the way. Imagine a nice shade of brown with a bit of green thrown in there and you’ll get the colour of the river. Nevertheless, walking along the water gave me this view.
The Eye from Victoria Embankment
The ultimate tourist photo. The London Eye is the most visited tourist attraction in the city which isn’t surprising. You can see for miles, across the sprawling backstreets of London to the brash, wide avenues that carry hundreds of cabs. This, along with Big Ben, symbolises London for a lot of people.
Big Ben –
I couldn’t have a photoset of London without including this beauty. The Clock Tower, sitting at 320ft high, is the most recognisable attraction in the world. Many don’t realise that “Big Ben” is the hour bell inside the Tower, which rings out each hour. The time is said to be correct to within one second which is pretty astounding. It first rang out across London in 1859 and it’s still super exciting to hear it chime out on the hour.
Never in the field of human conflict was so much owed by so many to so few. – Winston Churchill
This is a beautiful memorial on Victoria Embankment that honours the troops lost in the Battle of Britain. It’s understated. It features the battle of the air and on the ground, separated into two memorials. A lot of people actually walk past the monument without realising it commemorates the people who gave their lives for the beautiful city we have around us. It’s a lovely memorial.
Cleopatra’s Needle
This huge monument is the second oldest artefact in London, erected in Heliopolis in 1475 BC. It was presented to us by the Turkish Viceroy of Egypt in 1819 but didn’t make its way to Embankment until 1878. There’s a heroic tale where the obelisk was nearly lost in a storm near the Bay of Biscay but it was saved, killing six men in the process. Unfortunately, as well as being one of the oldest artefacts in the city, it was also the first monument in London to be hit during an air raid in 1917.
The Victoria Memorial, Buckingham Palace
This memorial for Queen Victoria, who reigned for an incredible 63 years (girl power!), faces the Mall with the same stoicism, strength and stiff upper lip that the Queen showed during her reign. The memorial also features the Angels of Justice, Truth and Charity. I love this because of it’s sheer air of pomp and circumstance – this was our longest reigning Queen and she has a memorial befitting that, with 2300 tonnes of marble making up the sculpture. It’s beautiful and fronts Buckingham Palace the way only Victoria could.
Property of Elizabeth II –
I leave you with these two photos. It’s true that London is a metropolis of tall buildings, grimy underground stations and millions of people on the streets but it has its beautiful nature moments too. These were taken in St.James’s Park on the walk up to Whitehall and reminds you that even when you’re among millions of people, there are green places to sit, breathe and recollect yourself.
I love London. You can probably tell from this post that I love London, but forgive me. It’s a beautifully busy place where you can live in your own bubble. A tube journey cuts you off from any mobile signal so it really is just you & other commuters. Walking down Oxford Street towards Marble Arch transports you from a capitalist haven to the serenity, beauty and peacefulness of Hyde Park.
London is a city of contrasts. It is old and new, green and grey, busy and calm. It has history in the concrete of its streets and painted on buildings that you don’t notice. I love London.
Hope you enjoyed!