I only have a few minutes before I need to be out the door, so I want to hit on just a few of the highlights of yesterday’s walking tour (about eight miles long) of parts of Old London. I’m leaving several things out, but may get back to them.
We walked by Sir Christopher Wren’s monument to the Great London Fire of 1666 — to which, by the way, Wilford Woodruff climbed to the top for a view of the city during his first mission to England.
We passed by St. Giles’s Church, where John Milton is buried.
We walked through the Barbican Centre for the Arts.
We spent some time in the Museum of London, which I had never visited before but which, plainly, merits a return.
We ended up over in the Nonconformist Cemetery — that is, the cemetery designated for dissenters from the Church of England — where thousands and thousands of Quakers (e.g., George Fox himself) and others (e.g., John Bunyan, the author of Pilgrim’s Progress; Daniel Defoe, the author of Robinson Crusoe and Moll Flanders; the Presbyterian clergyman and statistician Thomas Bayes; the hymn writer Isaac Watts; the poet William Blake; and Susanna Wesley, the mother of John Wesley and Charles Wesley) are buried. I love this kind of cemetery. These are people with whom I’ve lived most of my life. And, across the street, we visited the burial place of John Wesley, the founder of “Methodism.”
We spent some time in the Victoria and Albert Museum — Debbie and I concentrated on the Islamic collection, which is very fine — had a Moroccan dinner, attended a performance of Agatha Christie’s The Mousetrap (which Debbie insists I’ve already seen, but which I don’t recall and which I thought . . . okay), walked to Picadilly Circus.
Time to go.
Posted from London, England