churches and pubs (cont'd)

That was only the beginning of our walk. A nose about various public houses and a quick drink in the perfect arts and crafts pub by Blackfriars bridge - the Blackfriar - then along the north bank Thameside path to London Bridge and onto the clipper boat to Canary Wharf.

Why? Because, the Waitrose there is the only place in London I know that you can buy buffalo milk.

churches and pubs

Had a fabulous Sunday afternoon with C, just ambling about the city; starting from the Barbican and then finding ourselves at St Pauls (free to enter on a Sunday, I guess they can’t charge the punters who just want to pray) via ancient backstreets and the wondrously named St Andrew by the Wardrobe.

St Andrews was open, just emptying out of people describing themselves as Indian Orthodox, and clearly pretty high church as we viewed the interior through a fog of incense.

still on the buses

It must already be clear that I am obsessed with everyday habits and public transport as a place where people’s private and public selves intersect. Another (London) shift that did not used to happen, is sitting on the outside of two seats.

And another conversation, having squeezed past into the vacant space (and back out again) on a crowded bus:

“ I am just interested – why do you sit on outside?”

“Oh, there was someone there before who got off.” “

That does not stop you moving over.”

“Just didn't feel like it.”

I know, I need to get a life (and don't get me going on the London 'Boris' buses...)