Tuesday, August 2, 2011

Greenwich, London, England

We rode on the Thames and ended up in Greenwich - We are so glad we did. Our guide on the boat said hardly anyone comes here. They fly in see Big Ben and Parliment and the Palace - fly out and say they've seen London. I am so glad we did it. We never would have seen any of this if we'd have stuck to our original plan. And there will be other times for a closer look at London.

Greenwich observatory from the back of QA's house.


Bill standing in the Eastern and Western Hemispheres at the same time. He is standing across the international date line at Greenwich. (just in back of and up the hill from QA's house.)


Front view Queen Anne's house.


The entry floor from the balcony above.






Bill & I trying to decide where to stand for our picture in front of Queen Anne's House.
Look at the steps! It's not called a castle or anything that grand - but, what a huge, beautiful home.


Even the ceilings are wonderful works of art in this place. You can double click on this or any picture to get a close up view.


Walls - just beautiful.


The house was huge - set up on a round. With this big center entryway. We walked through all the rooms going around three stories up. They were big rooms, but no furniture. I told the guard that I was ready to move in and she said "With the ghosts?"


Queen Elizabeth I - I think!


Can't remember - Susan, you'll know, I'm sure.



This is Queen Anne - her house.


The back of Queen Anne's house from up at the International Date Line.


I just thought this was interesting. I love everything.



We saw so many wharfs. None still operating. They have turned them into apartments. Its so sad. The business just dried up. They used to use cranes to get the cargo out of the holds of the ships and then they changed to shipping containers and these docks didn't change with the times, so they lost the business. Where they got the word wharf was this: Ware House At River Front. I never knew that - kind of interesting.




This is the oldest artifact in London. Its Cleoparta's Needle. Given to London for a couple of wars they won by the ruler of Egypt, Muhammad Ali in 1819. But it was buried in sand for 2,000 years before that. There's a really interesting story about how they got it to London on the internet if you're interested.


We were told that the prisoners who were housed here - traitors, were hung here and when the tide came in they drowned. What a horrible way to die. They've cemented in the entryway.

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