You can tell I’m getting too used to living in Britain; we went on a sightseeing trip to London the other day and I didn’t even bother to bring my camera. Consequently, all the photos for this post have been nicked from other sites. Don’t worry; I ripped off major news organizations, not budding photographers trying to earn a buck.
|The building formerly known as the Walkie-Talkie building, in reference to its unusual shape|
On the hotter days, cars have been warped, bike seats have melted and a doormat allegedly caught fire. The concentrated light reflects directly onto the shady side of the street and, let me assure you, it really is hot in there. We walked through it on our way to the sandwich shop but it wouldn’t have done me any good to have my camera with me as the area was so crowded with gawkers and photographers I wouldn’t have been able to get a decent shot.
|This guy with the frying pan wasn\’t there the day we went
up, but most of the other people were.
|The concentrated sun reflection does look just like that
and, boy, let me assure you, it is hot in there!
|I got this from The Sun. You can always count on them.|
After a bite to eat and a final look at the Walkie-Scorchie we made our way to The Monument.
|Really, it is impressive; there\’s a stairway inside and everything.|
It’s also an impressive climb: 311 steps to observation deck, a flat flange around the top of the column that used to be edged with nothing but an iron railing until the Victorians got tired of people flinging themselves off the top and erected an iron cage to scupper despondent peoples’ plans to become airborne (and thereby forcing them to go all the way to Beachy Head on the Sussex coast in order to try their luck at free-falling).
|A serious set of steps, and a very old banister.|
I have to say I was impressed with the construction. The 17thcentury spiral stairway is in better shape, is better constructed and is more roomy than the barely-a-century-old stairway corkscrewing up the inside of the Statue of Liberty. And, of course, there is the weight of history hanging over the place, and I thought of all those people who had climbed the steps before me, and whose hands had rubbed the oak banister to a smooth sheen—people from the 16, 17, 1800s, people who would be awestruck at the city as we know it, people who never heard of a power-shower, people who, maybe, had the plague, or at least cholera.
|I put \”view from the monument\” into Google and this came up. Enjoy.|
Trust me, it was worth climbing all 311 steps. And, best of all, when you climb back down, they give you a certificate.
|Certificate back (front side is inset);
seems I forgot to sign it. Does that invalidate it?