Later that day, I met up with my friend Joe, and we checked out a bunch of other London attractions, most notably the Tate Modern, which had an incredible installation art piece in the main room— a gigantic black box that you walk into and try to navigate in the dark. It was close to 60 feet tall, and maybe 40 feet wide, and completely lined with black velvet. It was a bit disconcerting to enter the abyss, not sure if you were going to bump into someone, or possibly walk into the back wall (something that I came within 2 or 3 inches of doing).
After two and a half days in London, I said goodbye to Joe, who was going up to St. Andrew's, Scotland to visit a friend from school. I got on a train, and headed about 2 hours north to York, which is quite possibly one of the most intact medieval cities in the world. York was originally founded by the Romans, who called it Eboracum, to launch military campaigns up into the North of England, and even up into Scotland. There are stretches of city walls that are still intact from Roman times, although they've been elaborated on by the Normans and other groups since then. The foundation of one of the city gates is the original Roman one. Walking around this city, my head was spinning with the amount of history that was invested in this one city. In the U.S., an old city is maybe 200 years old. York is almost 2000 years old. I checked out the world's largest rail museum, which is in York, as well as Yorkminster, which is the largest medieval church in England—from the top of its tower, you can see for miles and miles on a clear day (which I was lucky enough to have for my whole stay in York). Overall, I had a great time in York, and really relaxed while I was there; people are much more easygoing than in London.
After York, it was back on the train to Norwich, to visit my buddy Jeremy from Camp Jewell. He lives just outside the City, which is on the East coast of England. It's very much the country in the surrounding area, but the city itself was a nice small city, very much like New Haven. I didn't take any pictures, mainly because I didn't go to Norwich to see the sights (there aren't really anyway), but to visit my friend. We hung out with Jem's friends, went out to a club, and got pizza and fries (pardon, "chips") at 2:30 in the morning. It was great to see him, and to let loose a little with a good friend.
Leaving Norwich, it was back on the train one final time to get back to London, and wrap up the week. I checked into a hostel in Picadilly Circus, which is great, and saw some other sights I hadn't had the opportunity to see before, mainly Shakespeare's Globe Theatre (a faithful 1990's reconstruction), and the military parade grounds (see picture below). That night, I was able to get in touch with my friend Tatiana from Macalester, who was studying in London, and we went out with a bunch of her friends from the program. The next morning, it was time to pack up, and head back to the bus station, where I got on, and rode the 8 hours back to Paris.
Overall, my stint in England was exciting, relaxing, and a great time. Having first gotten to England, it was a bit of "reverse culture shock" for me, having to speak so much English. It was a bit weird. By the end, I have to say, I really missed Paris, and was incredibly glad to be getting back, as much as I loved England. There's a certain atmosphere in Paris; people are always really happy, and you can feel it in the air. I'd like to leave you with 2 photos I snapped two days after returning to Paris out of my bedroom window, which further confirmed my love for the city of lights.
After two and a half days in London, I said goodbye to Joe, who was going up to St. Andrew's, Scotland to visit a friend from school. I got on a train, and headed about 2 hours north to York, which is quite possibly one of the most intact medieval cities in the world. York was originally founded by the Romans, who called it Eboracum, to launch military campaigns up into the North of England, and even up into Scotland. There are stretches of city walls that are still intact from Roman times, although they've been elaborated on by the Normans and other groups since then. The foundation of one of the city gates is the original Roman one. Walking around this city, my head was spinning with the amount of history that was invested in this one city. In the U.S., an old city is maybe 200 years old. York is almost 2000 years old. I checked out the world's largest rail museum, which is in York, as well as Yorkminster, which is the largest medieval church in England—from the top of its tower, you can see for miles and miles on a clear day (which I was lucky enough to have for my whole stay in York). Overall, I had a great time in York, and really relaxed while I was there; people are much more easygoing than in London.
After York, it was back on the train to Norwich, to visit my buddy Jeremy from Camp Jewell. He lives just outside the City, which is on the East coast of England. It's very much the country in the surrounding area, but the city itself was a nice small city, very much like New Haven. I didn't take any pictures, mainly because I didn't go to Norwich to see the sights (there aren't really anyway), but to visit my friend. We hung out with Jem's friends, went out to a club, and got pizza and fries (pardon, "chips") at 2:30 in the morning. It was great to see him, and to let loose a little with a good friend.
Leaving Norwich, it was back on the train one final time to get back to London, and wrap up the week. I checked into a hostel in Picadilly Circus, which is great, and saw some other sights I hadn't had the opportunity to see before, mainly Shakespeare's Globe Theatre (a faithful 1990's reconstruction), and the military parade grounds (see picture below). That night, I was able to get in touch with my friend Tatiana from Macalester, who was studying in London, and we went out with a bunch of her friends from the program. The next morning, it was time to pack up, and head back to the bus station, where I got on, and rode the 8 hours back to Paris.
Overall, my stint in England was exciting, relaxing, and a great time. Having first gotten to England, it was a bit of "reverse culture shock" for me, having to speak so much English. It was a bit weird. By the end, I have to say, I really missed Paris, and was incredibly glad to be getting back, as much as I loved England. There's a certain atmosphere in Paris; people are always really happy, and you can feel it in the air. I'd like to leave you with 2 photos I snapped two days after returning to Paris out of my bedroom window, which further confirmed my love for the city of lights.