Beer before lunch! That's how you know you're on holiday, even if it's just two days in Liverpool.
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magister was impatiently waiting for this pub to open, and I can see why; it's beautiful.
There are just things to look at everywhere in Liverpool. I'm not one for architecture, and I still catch myself admiring most of the buildings I walk past. This morning we've been to both cathedrals -- and they're so different I don't even know which I prefer (...the blackbird whistling, or just after...). There's a picture of me standing next to an intricate model of the Anglican cathedral made of Lego. I've heard stories about Daleks and Paul McCartney. Liverpool seems magical.
We saw in Blackwells prints of the kind of thing I got from Andrew for Christmas. They didn't have the Sherlock Holmes silhouette surrounded by the tiny text of one of his first adventures, but they did have a very striking old man in a beard and a monkey (or possibly an ape; I look forward to getting Andrew to tell me when I get home) looking at each other, which could only be Origin of Species. I admired it briefly, then wandered off to look at other things (I kept finding paper versions of audiobooks I have!) while James was sneakily buying two copies of this print, one for each of us. It's a marvellous gift to be given, and I like that we can have the same thing hanging on our walls, that we like the same things sometimes.
magister was impatiently waiting for this pub to open, and I can see why; it's beautiful.There are just things to look at everywhere in Liverpool. I'm not one for architecture, and I still catch myself admiring most of the buildings I walk past. This morning we've been to both cathedrals -- and they're so different I don't even know which I prefer (...the blackbird whistling, or just after...). There's a picture of me standing next to an intricate model of the Anglican cathedral made of Lego. I've heard stories about Daleks and Paul McCartney. Liverpool seems magical.
We saw in Blackwells prints of the kind of thing I got from Andrew for Christmas. They didn't have the Sherlock Holmes silhouette surrounded by the tiny text of one of his first adventures, but they did have a very striking old man in a beard and a monkey (or possibly an ape; I look forward to getting Andrew to tell me when I get home) looking at each other, which could only be Origin of Species. I admired it briefly, then wandered off to look at other things (I kept finding paper versions of audiobooks I have!) while James was sneakily buying two copies of this print, one for each of us. It's a marvellous gift to be given, and I like that we can have the same thing hanging on our walls, that we like the same things sometimes.