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Last autumn, we felt confident enough to start arranging things in the new year. One of these was a show by Chinese acrobats that Jools wanted to see. She got Jen, Sylv and a friend to go. And yesterday was the day of the show. I made it clear it wasn't for me, but I would go up to rephotograph some City churches and we would meet up afterwards for a meal before coming home.
When we arrange things, we don't know what slings and arrows fate might throw at us. In Tuesday's case, it was a Tube drivers strike, and no last minute talks fixed that. I could arrange my trip to avoind using public transport other than the train up and back home, which were unaffected. Jools thought they would be OK, as their tickets were for the Odeon, which she thought was in Leicester Square, but it turned out was the old Hammersmith Apollo. Now, usually this would not have been a problem, but on Tuesday it was.
They arranged to leave an hour earlier than planned and try to get a taxi, which they did after waiting in line for an hour, getting to the theatre just half an hour before showtime, leaving them only time to get a snack.
Their journey up was done outside rush hour, the show ened at five, and they had to get back to St Pancras. Which would prove to be an adventure.
For me, however, it was a walk in the park. And to add to the pleasure of the day, I would meet up with my good friend, Simon, owner of the Churches of East Anglia website, just about every word and picture done by his own hand. His website also covers the City of LOndon churches, so I asked if he wanted to meet up; he did, so a plan was hatched to meet and visit a few churches, one of which, King Edmund, he had not been inside. He wouldn't arrive until jsut after ten to get the offpeak ticket prices, I would get up early as a couple of the churches would be open before nine.
A plan was made, and I had a list of chuches and a rough order in which to visit them.
The alarm went off at five, and we were both up. I having a coffee after getting dressed and Jools was to drop me off at the station, and as we drove in the heavy fog that had settled, I realised there was a direct train to Cannon Street just after seven, could I make it to avoid a half hour layover at Ashford?
Yes I could.
Jools dropped me off outside Priory station, I went in and got my ticket, and was on the train settled into a forward facing seat with three whole minutes to spare.
The train rattled it's way out of the station and through the tunnel under Western Heights, outside it was still dark. So I put my mask on and rested my eyes as we went through Folkestone to Ashford, an towards Pluckley, Headcorn, Marden to Tonbridge, Sevenoaks and so onto south east London. The train filled up slowly, until we got to Tonbridge which left few seats remaining, and at Sevenoaks, it was standing room only, but by then its a twenty minute run to London Bridge.
After leaving London Bridge station, the train took the sharp turn above Borough Market and over the river into Cannon Street. I was in no hurry, so enoyed the peace and space of an empty carriage before making my way off the train then along the platform and out onto the street in front. A heavy drizzle was falling, so I decided to get some breakfast and another coffee. Just up Walbrook there was an independent sandwich place, so I went in and asked what I wanted: faced with dozens of choices, all made to order, I had no idea.
I decided on a simple sausage sandwich and a coffee and watched people hurrying to work outside. I had all the time I wanted.
I check my phone and find that opening times were a little different, but St Mary Aldermary was open from half eight, so I check the directions and head there.
It was open, mainly because there is a small cafe inside. I ask if I could go in, they say yes, so I snap it well with the 50mm lens fitted, and decide that something sweet was called for. They recommended the carrot cake, so I had a slice of that and a pot of breakfast tea sitting and admiring the details of the church. Once I had finished, I put on the wide angle lens and finished the job.
Just up the lane outside was St Mary-le-Bow, which should also be open.
It was. Also because they had a cafe. I skipped another brew, and photographed that too, and saw that the crypt was open too, so went down the steps to that. Simon tells me that the church got it's name because of the brick arched crypt: bowed roof.
A five minute walk past The Bank of England was St Mary Woolnorth and St Mary Abchurch: both open, and both recorded by my camera and keen eye.
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St Mary Abchurch is many people's favourite City church, and it is not hard to see why. Sandwiched between the busy thoroughfares of King William Street and Cannon Street, with Bank underground station and the Mansion House not far off, Abchurch Yard comes as a complete surprise, an intimate space with its picturesque church on the northern side. The tower is pretty well invisible from ground level, but the facade is one of Wren's loveliest. The medieval church here had been destroyed in the Great Fire, and for its replacement Wren erected perhaps his squarest, most rational and most protestant church of all. There are no aisles, and on stepping inside it is the roof that takes the breath away, a vast painted dome. It depicts the name of God in Hebrew surrounded by clouds and rays of light, and is a reminder that the non-conformist congregations of the late 17th Century thought of their buildings as synagogues. St Mary Abchurch has never been a non-conformist church, I hasten to add, but the City merchants were the driving force behind early modern protestantism in England, and you can see the influence here.
The dome was practice for the cathedral. The furnishings beneath it are superb. The huge, dominating reredos is by Grinling Gibbons. Almost all the furnishings date from the last thirty years of the 17th Century, with only a tinkering by the Victorians to come. Since the fire at St Mary at Hill, this is the best surviving example of what some quiet, forgotten back-street City churches were like before the Blitz, exactly the kind of place that Betjeman recalled in Summoned by Bells when he used to stand by intersecting lanes among the silent offices and wait, choosing which bell to follow. And, once inside, while a hidden organist sent reedy notes to flute around the plasterwork, from the sea of pews a single head with cherries nodding on a black straw hat rose in a neighbouring pew. The caretaker? Or the sole resident parishioner?
If you visit when the Friends of City Churches attendants are on duty, you may be allowed to do two things. Firstly, the font cover is operated by a central wooden screw - if they let you raise it, you will find it lifts as lightly as air. Secondly, you may be allowed to go down into the crypt which was discovered during the restoration after the Blitz. This is vaulted, but it is not under the church at all - rather, it is under the yard next door, which can never have been a churchyard. Pevsner thought it might have been the undercroft of a 14th Century chancel chapel.
The name Abchurch is often thought to be a corruption of 'upchurch', although there seems no obvious reason for this. Perhaps it more likely refers to the name of a long-forgotten patron. The church suffered considerable blast damage during the Second World War, but was restored exquisitely in the years that followed, and is a must-see for anyone in search of lost time.
Simon Knott, December 2015
Confidenze di bambole: Serina Molasso e... l'ombra di Pierrot!
Dolls confidences: Serina Molasso and... Pierrot shadow!
in "L'Illustrazione", italian weekly magazine.
Year II, n.30, july 27th 1927.
16 pages, 1 lira.
In questo numero:
l'emozionanti caccie alle belve nell'inferno dell'Africa inesplorata.
In this issue:
the exciting beast hunt in the hell of unexplored Africa.
Patient and staff x-ray cards. Detailing their names, dates of birth, diagnosis and treatment. Possibly thousands of these cards were strewn in this room. Entire filing cabinets appear to have been left.
Little care seems to have been taken to have confidential information archived or securely destroyed.
© Copyright Catherine Stephenson ©
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Cane Hill was the Third Surrey County Pauper Lunatic Asylum, necessitated after the Springfield (1842) and Brookwood (1862) asylums were filled to capacity. Surrey Council (charged with the provision of care for the insane under the 1845 asylum act) therefore re-employed the architect of Brookwood, Charles Henry Howell, to design and build the new asylum, which would be sited on a hilltop overlooking Coulsdon and the Farthing Downs.
By this time Howell was the principle asylum architect in England and an advisor for the Commission of Lunacy. Cane Hill was therefore designed by a master architect, built to high standards and became a show piece and the largest building of its type in the UK.
The asylum was completed in 1882 and represented the final say in “radiating ward asylums” – the pavilion blocks comprising the wards were linked to an internal horseshoe shaped corridor. The hospital was divided into female and male halves, the vertical symmetry being cut along its centre by the administration block, a Chapel, a large recreation and dining hall, kitchens, stores and laundry (with drying grounds at the back of the structure). A large water tower provided the necessary pressure for a building of its immensity, around which were clustered stores, maintenance and ancillary buildings.
PLEASE NOTE:
The information above is taken from the excellent Cane Hill Project which has been researched and designed by Simon Cornwell. Go to his site for more information. www.simoncornwell.com+cain hill
ALSO:
Entry to the site was lawfully gained and the sites health and safety rules were followed.
Built in 1882 it closed in 1997 and now in 2009 being demolished. The perimeter is secured by a fence and security gaurds so the pictures have been taken from ouside the fence. By looking on You Tube you will be able to see photographs taken by others of the inside of this huge amalamation of buildings.
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Last autumn, we felt confident enough to start arranging things in the new year. One of these was a show by Chinese acrobats that Jools wanted to see. She got Jen, Sylv and a friend to go. And yesterday was the day of the show. I made it clear it wasn't for me, but I would go up to rephotograph some City churches and we would meet up afterwards for a meal before coming home.
When we arrange things, we don't know what slings and arrows fate might throw at us. In Tuesday's case, it was a Tube drivers strike, and no last minute talks fixed that. I could arrange my trip to avoind using public transport other than the train up and back home, which were unaffected. Jools thought they would be OK, as their tickets were for the Odeon, which she thought was in Leicester Square, but it turned out was the old Hammersmith Apollo. Now, usually this would not have been a problem, but on Tuesday it was.
They arranged to leave an hour earlier than planned and try to get a taxi, which they did after waiting in line for an hour, getting to the theatre just half an hour before showtime, leaving them only time to get a snack.
Their journey up was done outside rush hour, the show ened at five, and they had to get back to St Pancras. Which would prove to be an adventure.
For me, however, it was a walk in the park. And to add to the pleasure of the day, I would meet up with my good friend, Simon, owner of the Churches of East Anglia website, just about every word and picture done by his own hand. His website also covers the City of LOndon churches, so I asked if he wanted to meet up; he did, so a plan was hatched to meet and visit a few churches, one of which, King Edmund, he had not been inside. He wouldn't arrive until jsut after ten to get the offpeak ticket prices, I would get up early as a couple of the churches would be open before nine.
A plan was made, and I had a list of chuches and a rough order in which to visit them.
The alarm went off at five, and we were both up. I having a coffee after getting dressed and Jools was to drop me off at the station, and as we drove in the heavy fog that had settled, I realised there was a direct train to Cannon Street just after seven, could I make it to avoid a half hour layover at Ashford?
Yes I could.
Jools dropped me off outside Priory station, I went in and got my ticket, and was on the train settled into a forward facing seat with three whole minutes to spare.
The train rattled it's way out of the station and through the tunnel under Western Heights, outside it was still dark. So I put my mask on and rested my eyes as we went through Folkestone to Ashford, an towards Pluckley, Headcorn, Marden to Tonbridge, Sevenoaks and so onto south east London. The train filled up slowly, until we got to Tonbridge which left few seats remaining, and at Sevenoaks, it was standing room only, but by then its a twenty minute run to London Bridge.
After leaving London Bridge station, the train took the sharp turn above Borough Market and over the river into Cannon Street. I was in no hurry, so enoyed the peace and space of an empty carriage before making my way off the train then along the platform and out onto the street in front. A heavy drizzle was falling, so I decided to get some breakfast and another coffee. Just up Walbrook there was an independent sandwich place, so I went in and asked what I wanted: faced with dozens of choices, all made to order, I had no idea.
I decided on a simple sausage sandwich and a coffee and watched people hurrying to work outside. I had all the time I wanted.
I check my phone and find that opening times were a little different, but St Mary Aldermary was open from half eight, so I check the directions and head there.
It was open, mainly because there is a small cafe inside. I ask if I could go in, they say yes, so I snap it well with the 50mm lens fitted, and decide that something sweet was called for. They recommended the carrot cake, so I had a slice of that and a pot of breakfast tea sitting and admiring the details of the church. Once I had finished, I put on the wide angle lens and finished the job.
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The tower of St Mary Aldermary is one of the great Wren moments, one of the three great eyecatcher towers in the City along with St Bride to the west along Fleet Street and St Dunstan in the East by the Tower of London. It was clearly intended as a foil to the cathedral when viewed from south of the river, with its great rabbit-eared parapet as if it were visiting the city on a day out from Suffolk. The gothic style of the church is popularly believed to have been a demand of the patron, Henry Rogers, but it seems just as likely that it was simply a copying of the features of the medieval church which had been rebuilt on a grand scale just 150 years before. That project was bankrolled by Sir Henry Keeble, and in fact the roof and tower were not completed until the 1620s, forty years before the great fire.
Internally, this church is a great sugar confection, the plaster-fan vaulting of the nave and aisles full of joy, like being inside a giant wedding cake. This is like nothing medieval in London or elsewhere, but as Pevsner points out, perhaps Wren was copying the work of the 1620s, not that of the medieval period. The arcades that support it look at first medieval, but during the 1935 repairs they were found to be standing on reused medieval rubble. Many of the furnishings are long after Wren, although the 17th Century font survives, as does a very attractive sword rest. Pevsner had no kind words to say for Lawrence Lee's glass, although to my mind its simplicity is a perfect foil for the architectural grandeur. In any case, John Crawford's west window is better.
This church is epic in scale, without the intimacy familiar from its near neighbours. The great tower is seen perfectly from the viewing platform of the Tate Modern gallery across the river, its significance to the City's urban landscape immediately apparent.
Simon Knott, December 2015
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I am in the process of looking at my earlier photos that I had not used on Flickr previously.
JAZZ LATINO del Valle de Guayangareo with PIRINDAS y LATINOS including David Villanueva: piano y teclados. Nemesio Villegas: sax alto y tenor. Omar Marín: bajo/contrabajo eléctricos. Efrén Capiz C.: batería y dirección
Last autumn, we felt confident enough to start arranging things in the new year. One of these was a show by Chinese acrobats that Jools wanted to see. She got Jen, Sylv and a friend to go. And yesterday was the day of the show. I made it clear it wasn't for me, but I would go up to rephotograph some City churches and we would meet up afterwards for a meal before coming home.
When we arrange things, we don't know what slings and arrows fate might throw at us. In Tuesday's case, it was a Tube drivers strike, and no last minute talks fixed that. I could arrange my trip to avoind using public transport other than the train up and back home, which were unaffected. Jools thought they would be OK, as their tickets were for the Odeon, which she thought was in Leicester Square, but it turned out was the old Hammersmith Apollo. Now, usually this would not have been a problem, but on Tuesday it was.
They arranged to leave an hour earlier than planned and try to get a taxi, which they did after waiting in line for an hour, getting to the theatre just half an hour before showtime, leaving them only time to get a snack.
Their journey up was done outside rush hour, the show ened at five, and they had to get back to St Pancras. Which would prove to be an adventure.
For me, however, it was a walk in the park. And to add to the pleasure of the day, I would meet up with my good friend, Simon, owner of the Churches of East Anglia website, just about every word and picture done by his own hand. His website also covers the City of LOndon churches, so I asked if he wanted to meet up; he did, so a plan was hatched to meet and visit a few churches, one of which, King Edmund, he had not been inside. He wouldn't arrive until jsut after ten to get the offpeak ticket prices, I would get up early as a couple of the churches would be open before nine.
A plan was made, and I had a list of chuches and a rough order in which to visit them.
The alarm went off at five, and we were both up. I having a coffee after getting dressed and Jools was to drop me off at the station, and as we drove in the heavy fog that had settled, I realised there was a direct train to Cannon Street just after seven, could I make it to avoid a half hour layover at Ashford?
Yes I could.
Jools dropped me off outside Priory station, I went in and got my ticket, and was on the train settled into a forward facing seat with three whole minutes to spare.
The train rattled it's way out of the station and through the tunnel under Western Heights, outside it was still dark. So I put my mask on and rested my eyes as we went through Folkestone to Ashford, an towards Pluckley, Headcorn, Marden to Tonbridge, Sevenoaks and so onto south east London. The train filled up slowly, until we got to Tonbridge which left few seats remaining, and at Sevenoaks, it was standing room only, but by then its a twenty minute run to London Bridge.
After leaving London Bridge station, the train took the sharp turn above Borough Market and over the river into Cannon Street. I was in no hurry, so enoyed the peace and space of an empty carriage before making my way off the train then along the platform and out onto the street in front. A heavy drizzle was falling, so I decided to get some breakfast and another coffee. Just up Walbrook there was an independent sandwich place, so I went in and asked what I wanted: faced with dozens of choices, all made to order, I had no idea.
I decided on a simple sausage sandwich and a coffee and watched people hurrying to work outside. I had all the time I wanted.
I check my phone and find that opening times were a little different, but St Mary Aldermary was open from half eight, so I check the directions and head there.
It was open, mainly because there is a small cafe inside. I ask if I could go in, they say yes, so I snap it well with the 50mm lens fitted, and decide that something sweet was called for. They recommended the carrot cake, so I had a slice of that and a pot of breakfast tea sitting and admiring the details of the church. Once I had finished, I put on the wide angle lens and finished the job.
-------------------------------------------
The tower of St Mary Aldermary is one of the great Wren moments, one of the three great eyecatcher towers in the City along with St Bride to the west along Fleet Street and St Dunstan in the East by the Tower of London. It was clearly intended as a foil to the cathedral when viewed from south of the river, with its great rabbit-eared parapet as if it were visiting the city on a day out from Suffolk. The gothic style of the church is popularly believed to have been a demand of the patron, Henry Rogers, but it seems just as likely that it was simply a copying of the features of the medieval church which had been rebuilt on a grand scale just 150 years before. That project was bankrolled by Sir Henry Keeble, and in fact the roof and tower were not completed until the 1620s, forty years before the great fire.
Internally, this church is a great sugar confection, the plaster-fan vaulting of the nave and aisles full of joy, like being inside a giant wedding cake. This is like nothing medieval in London or elsewhere, but as Pevsner points out, perhaps Wren was copying the work of the 1620s, not that of the medieval period. The arcades that support it look at first medieval, but during the 1935 repairs they were found to be standing on reused medieval rubble. Many of the furnishings are long after Wren, although the 17th Century font survives, as does a very attractive sword rest. Pevsner had no kind words to say for Lawrence Lee's glass, although to my mind its simplicity is a perfect foil for the architectural grandeur. In any case, John Crawford's west window is better.
This church is epic in scale, without the intimacy familiar from its near neighbours. The great tower is seen perfectly from the viewing platform of the Tate Modern gallery across the river, its significance to the City's urban landscape immediately apparent.
Simon Knott, December 2015
"Secrets et confidences d'Orient" de Fatna Pham, mis en scène par Alain Tocque
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