St Paul's

St Paul's from Paternoster Square

We finally managed to get along to St Paul's recently, which is pretty bad of us, since it's such a dominant feature in London.  We bought our tickets online (the only way to do it), though to be honest there was almost no line anyway.  We did manage to get there fairly early, and the Europeans never seem to get out the door before 10am, perhaps that helped.

Your ticket comes with an audio guide, which was pretty good.  I think I would have preferred a little more history and architecture though, it seemed to focus fairly heavily on the religious aspects.  Unfortunately no photos were allowed inside the cathedral, which is a shame, it is a really nice building, and the crypts were a bit of a highlight.

In the 1666 great fire, St Paul's was almost completely destroyed, so the man of London, Christopher Wren, was tasked with rebuilding it.  The 'new' version is quite different from the old, in that the original version was much smaller and much more gothic.  What really stands out is of course the dome, which at 110m high, comes in behind only St Paul's in Rome.  It's a double shell dome, in that the massive creation you see is a shell around a smaller cone in the middle.  So when you climb up to the very top, you are actually climbing right up between the two shells.

Paternoster Square, from the top of St Paul's

View of the city from the top of St Paul's

Probably one of the more famous features of St Paul's is the whispering gallery, again up in the dome, the idea is that if you speak into the wall the person opposite you will be able to hear you as if you were next to them.  It was pretty freaky, but it's not all that easy to achieve, you really have to be standing the right way and speaking into the correct part of the wall and speaking at the correct volume.  Luckily there was a tour guide up there at the time who took pity on us and showed us how to do it.  It is pretty cool once you get it working.

The crypts are also really good.  Some of the tombs down there were caught in the fire, so are partially blackened.  Lord Nelsons tomb is one of the best, the tomb is actually one that Cardinal Wolsey had made for himself.  But when he feel out of favour with Henry VIII the grand sarcophagus went into storage.

It is kind of expensive to visit, at about 15 pounds per person. I always find it strange to have to pay to visit a church, but I guess they need the money to help in the upkeep.  It must have been doubly hard for the clergy during the Occupy protests, since they set up literally right outside St Paul's.  By doing so they were deterring

View from St Paul's across to the Tate Modern

tourists visiting the cathedral, but then the church couldn't be seen to be sticking the boot into the protesters, who were ostensibly sticking up for the poor.  That led to a few resignations amongst the clergy as they tried to answer the question, What Would Jesus Do?

What is also really weird is the square right next to St Paul's, literally adjoining it, Paternoster Square, is actually owned by a private company, and there is no public right of way through it.  Pretty weird, since public right of ways seem to exist almost everywhere else, but not through something right in the middle of the city.  This means that the Occupy protesters really had no chance of occupying this square, even though this was really their target, since the London Stock Exchange is in one of the buildings facing the square.

Hanging in Pembrokeshire

St Davids cathedral

Recently we got to spend a whole week in Wales, we spent half the time in Pembrokeshire and then headed up to Snowdonia for the rest.  What can I say, I really like Wales.

Nearly all the days in Pembrokeshire were perfect sunny weather, though still perhaps not quite warm enough to venture into the sea.  We also managed to finally get out to St Davids, which is officially Britain's smallest city, and a bit of the tourist attraction in these parts.

In the past, in order to be classified as a city you had to have a cathedral within your town limits. Though this link was abolished in 1888, the citizens of St David lobbied the Queen to get their city status back, which they received in 1994.  So St Davids, a town with only 1600 inhabitants, is a city once more.

The ruins of the Bishops Palace

St David cathedral from the bell tower

St David is actually the patron saint of Wales, and he founded a monastery here way back in 550, and it became one of the most important Christian shrines.  I'm not really sure why this was, it doesn't seem like St David actually did anything spectacular, nor did he die some gruesome death.  The only thing I could find was that he raised a new hill, which in Wales is not all that different.  And a dove landed on his shoulder at some point.  I mean doesn't really compare to St Patrick does it.

Through some clever manoeuvring a later Archbishop of St Davids managed to get the Pope to declare that two pilgrimages to St Davids was worth one to Rome, and three visits was worth one to Jerusalem.  So that probably explains it's popularity, especially amongst the British.  I'm not sure how the Pope decided on the relative holiness of the different cities, but it seems to me that perhaps the Irish weren't as canny as the Welsh, because their saint is obviously way cooler.

The tower ceiling inside the cathedral

The Queen gets a special seat in the choir

The cathedral was quite pretty inside, it had a really long nave, with massive columns.  It seemed as if the floor had been build on a slant though, and I've never seen such a dramatic tilt in supporting columns as I saw there.  I hope someones keeping an eye on that, because it could almost rival the Tower of Pisa's lean.

Next to the cathedral is the ruin of the bishop's palace, this looked like it would have been a fairly impressive building, and apparently had lavish private apartments.  But this suffered during the reformation and there's not much left of it now.

During the 10th and 11th centuries the cathedral had the usual Viking attacks, and the current cathedral is from the 12th century.  It is a pretty little town, and the beaches nearby are, as is usual in Pembrokeshire, pretty nice.  When we visited there were even people swimming, but still not warm enough for us Australians to venture in.

Horses on the beach below Druidstone

What I assume is the coast path

On the way to St Davids we stopped off at Druidstone for lunch.  This seemed to be a spot for ageing hippies to hang out, it was all very new age.  I can imagine they have some pretty trippy events here.  As well as the hippies it also was a haunt for walkers.  It was literally on the coast path, so I can imagine it would be a popular spot for lunch.  And it did have a fairly spectacular view.

It was definitely an adventure getting to it though.  My GPS had no chance finding this place, so it was a bit of iPhone navigation, and desperate scanning of signs.  And these were the true Welsh back roads.  Literally single-lane roads (but traffic comes both ways) with massive stone walls or huge hedges on either side.  Every now and then there would be a passing spot, so if you met someone coming the other way it was always a bit of a stand off before someone would reverse.  I've never been on anything quite like that before.

So apparently I've just found out that this place has actually been running for 39 years.  Which I thought was kind of impressive.  It's also made it's way into the Good Food Guide, which again was a bit of a surprise, though we did manage to spend a very pleasant few hours there.

Taking in the view

Looking back to Druidstone

Bavaria or The Madness of King Ludwig

The view towards the Hohe Schloss from our hotel roof

We had an awesome weekend in Bavaria, it's weird, we were only there for 2 days and yet it feels much longer, especially given how much we managed to see.  The main reason for going was to visit Neuschwanstein castle, but we managed to fit in heaps of other stuff.  I think the main reason we could see so much is because we had a car, not that Dave or I were driving, a friend of ours had hired it.  The autobahns are as scary as you can imagine, I'm so glad it wasn't me driving, I don't think I would have managed it!  Some of the other drivers on the road were really quite insane, they would be trying to overtake you before you had completely exited their lane.  Let's just say I arrived at our destination completely drenched in sweat.  But we survived and had a great weekend, and that's the important thing.

Traditional Bavarian band

The main destination was Neuschwanstein castle, which is new Swan Castle, for those of you who have read my previous blog, yes I have been here before.  On the way to Fussen from Munich we stopped off at Starnberg Lake, where there were a couple of very typical Bavarian villages along the shores.  As an aside this is actually the lake where King Ludwig drowned, but that's Bavaria for you, it seems to be dominated by this guy.

Whilst driving along we stopped off at this massive park along the lake and went for a bit of a stroll.  In the distance we could hear what sounded like a concert, walking a bit further we came upon a sailing regatta and the pictured brass band playing to the sailors.  This was about 10am in the morning and it was good to see that nearly all the band players had massive steins in their hands.  How Bavarian!

The unassuming outside of the Wieskirche

The over-the-top interior of the Wieskirche

Driving further on we came upon a sign to a UNESCO world heritage site, it was for the Wieskirche, which is this slightly bizarre church out in the countryside, surrounded by massive carparks.  From the outside it looks a fairly standard white building, but then inside it's got the most amazing Rocco interior.  The artists just got completely carried away with it, gilding all over the place and wonderful sculptures, I can see why they might need the massive carparks in the high season.

After that it was straight onto Fussen, which I really recommend if you are visiting this area.  It's just like a Bavarian disneyworld, with all the hotels totally playing up their Bavarian-ness.

The impressive painted walls

View towards the mountains

Fussen lies on the shores of the Forggensee, which is actually a man-made lake, built to control the spring melt, apparently it is emptied out in October to get ready for the next spring.  It was quite nice wandering around the town, the Lech River flows through it, into the Forgensee, and it was quite a raging river, I can appreciate why you might want to control it.

What we were really there for though was the castles (or Schlosses) apparently in German their definitions are really strict as to what makes a castle (it has to have a dungeon or something).  We managed to get along to see the Hohe Schloss in the middle of the town, which is a former summer residence of the bishops of Augsburg.  It was built in the late 13th to 14th centuries, so

Fussen was so wonderfully Bavarian

pretty old.  When you walk into the main courtyard you notice these impressive gables and shutters, but upon closer inspection you can see that they are just painted on.  At first I thought it was some modern attempt at cost-cutting, but then I discovered that the painting was actually done in 1499.  It definitely doesn't look that old!

But we all knew that the real reason we were there was to see massive numbers of castles, we managed to pack in 3 in a day, plus a sneaky border crossing into Austria.  It was only visiting these three castles that I truly started to appreciate the madness of King Ludwig.

Unfortunately you aren't allowed to take any photos inside the castles, which is a shame, as I think it is the insane decorations which really show Ludwig II at his true potential.

Schloss Hohenschwangau

The pretty swan lake between the castles

The first castle we saw was the Schloss Hohenschwangau, which was Ludwig II's childhood castle.  This was built by his father, it seems that this family really had a mania for castles.  These castles are all relatively new, this one, the oldest we saw, was only built in the 1830's.  It was even electrified in the early 1900's.  This was basically the summer hunting residence for the family.  And it sure was in a pretty spot, overlooking the swan lake.  There were all sorts of hidden passages and secret doors throughout the place, mostly so that the servants could come and go unseen, refuelling the stoves all over the place.

There was also a secret passageway between the King and Queen's bedrooms, but once the King died and Ludwig II takes over he adds another layer of freakiness.  He gets a night scene painted on the ceiling of his bedroom, and gets holes cut where the stars were, so that servants could get up in there and light candles.  It's a really early version of those glow in the dark stickers you can buy.

Neuschwanstein castle, in the mist

The cookie-cutter Bavarian village by the castles

That was about as freaky as it got in this castle, it was onto the next one, about 300m away, where the freakiness ratcheted up a notch.  This is the classic, Neuschwanstein castle, which everyone comes to see.  It was here that Ludwig II could really let loose with his scary Wagner obsession.  At this point he was king of Bavaria, so could really open the Treasury purse strings.  Every room in the castle was devoted to a different scene in one of Wagner's operas, instead of a grand ballroom there was a theatre, with a stage and the scenery for yet another one of Wagner's operas.

These castles are all visited at a breakneck speed, you can only go as part of a tour group and they really bang the groups through.  Because there are not so many English groups, the ones they do have are massive.  It was only Neuschwanstein that was really bad though, it being the most popular by far.

View from Neuschwanstein

We had noticed on the way in, that there was a cable car up into the mountains in the next village over, and even though there was a bit of low hanging cloud, we thought why not.  You climb up to 1720m, and from there you get a great view into the Alps and out over the flat lands around Fussen.  Apparently it is a 2-3 hour walk from the top to the castles, but we didn't partake.  There is also a launching pad for hang gliders, which I have to say looked particularly scary.

View from the top of the Tegelberg

Schloss Linderhof

After that it was a picturesque drive through the Alps, into Austria and then back out to the last castle of the day, Linderhof. This was the smallest of his palaces, and whilst Neuschwanstein was disturbing for the Wagner obsession, this castle was just plain disturbing.  It was modelled off Versailles, and hanging inside were portraits of the French kings and queens, which was kind of strange.

Here, Ludwig would sleep all day and then stay awake all night, principally so he wouldn't have to see anyone.  He lived entirely alone here (apart from the servants of course) and went out of his way to avoid human contact.  The dining room had a dumb waiter installed in the centre of the table so that the servants didn't have to enter the room.  Though he also made sure that there were 4 places set every meal so he could talk to his imaginary guests.  It was all pretty weird.  He had audience rooms built in the castle, even though he knew he would never allow anyone to use them.

The impressive gardens of the Schloss

After a few years of his incessant castle building he was massively in debt and the government couldn't handle bailing him out anymore.  So they had him declared insane and removed from his position.  And a few days later him and his psychiatrist were found drowned in a lake, all very suspicious.  One thing which I found interesting though is that not once during the three tours was it talked about that his younger brother had already been found insane, this was why when Ludwig was deposed his uncle took over, rather than his younger brother.

Henry V - at The Globe

We went along to the Globe for my first ever performance there, and I dunno, perhaps it's because I'm a bit sick at the moment, but I honestly wasn't that impressed.  I'm not sure about this whole, let's recreate exactly the experience as it would have been in the 16th century.  Because you know what, you can't, and that's not necessarily a bad thing.

For those who may not be aware, it's supposedly built on the site of the original Globe theatre, and it's done in the traditional fashion, as it would have been in Shakespeare's day.  So there's no roof and the cheap "seats" are the ones where people stand in front of the stage.  We paid a bit extra so we got to sit under a roof.  It seems as if the performance is also a straight replication of everything in the original.  I can see why people might think that is cool, but to me it just seems like a bit of a waste.  We don't live in the 16th century, we aren't immersed in that culture, so a lot of the stuff in the original Shakespeare really doesn't speak to a modern audience, and the whole comedic scenes, what was up with those??

I will say that the actor for King Henry V was pretty cool, and it was interesting to see what the stereotypes and prejudices were towards other nations was like back then.  But overall it just seemed to be lacking in many themes, or maybe the themes were all hidden in the unintelligible language or in the weird comedy skits.

The other thing I was struggling with is that Henry V is portrayed as this noble hero, fighting the French because his cause was just.  I'm reading a history book at the moment, called the History of England Volume I, which I highly recommend.  And in that, for about the first time that I've seen, the nobility are portrayed as they probably were like.  In that they were in it only for themselves, they saw their position as a way to make some money, with little regard for the common man.  So it was hard for me to reconcile how Henry V probably behaved with how Shakespeare was having him act.

I'm not saying I'm over Shakespeare, I think his plays still have a lot to say, I just found it striking the difference between Antigone, a 2000 year old play, and this one, a 500 year old play, as to how much I took away from them both.

Antigone

We saw Antigone a couple of weeks ago, this is a play by Sophocles, so written more than 2000 years ago.  It's kind of incredible to think that something that old can still speak to modern audiences.  I mean we have Shakespeare, but that's only a couple of hundred years, and I always feel it needs a bit of judicious editing at some points.  There was certainly some editing to this version, they put it into a modern setting, though still 1970s police state, and the chorus had been split into individual characters, and there were perhaps fewer mentions of Zeus than in the original version.

It was really good, finally a non-Irish play at the National Theatre.  I guess I had gone in with quite low expectations, thinking it was going to be one of those weird Greek tragedies, with people in masks.  But it was actually really good, I quite liked the modern setting, perhaps some people think it's unnecessary, and perhaps it was, but I thought it was done well.  Creon was an ex-Doctor Who, the first one of the reboot, he didn't last long as a Doctor and was replaced by Tennant.  He was really good.  I think Antigone was a little bit weak, it was unfortunate, because the character is quite good, it's like she didn't know how to project her voice, which is a bit weird for an actor.

Chamber Orchestra

So we went along to a chamber orchestra performance the other night, it was just an amateur performance by the Bloomsbury Chamber Orchestra, but they can't be that bad because we have both hired instruments following the concert.  I've got a clarinet and Dave got an oboe, we got it from a shop where they actually make oboes.  The oboe's are waaay more expensive, if you're ever down on your luck and want to steal an instrument, chose an oboe over a clarinet.  To buy my clarinet it's about 300 pounds, Dave's oboe is 1300 pounds.  A bit of a difference, though to be fair mine is plastic whereas I think the oboe is wood.  I'm trying to remember all the fingering, but I'm keen to try and find some real beginners orchestra.

Though the problem with choosing a woodwind instrument is that orchestras generally don't need many of them, maybe 3 of each one, so they normally fill up the available slots pretty quickly.  And since you generally get solos at some point you have to reach a certain level before you can really play in a group.  The thing with strings is there seems to be always room for more, you just keep chucking them in, and since there's so many of them, I wonder if sometimes you can just hide in the masses, so you don't need to be quite as good.  Anyway I'm sure I'll find out once I start with the group whether these are just the standard woodwind stereotypes or whether there is actually some truth to it.

Olympics - 2012

The crowds on Fulham Road

So you may or may not be aware, but there's a little sporting contest on in London at the moment, the OLYMPICS!!!

It's had a massive build up here, for maybe 2 months leading up to the games the public transport network have been sending out constant messages telling everyone that it's going to be a total nightmare to catch the tube during the games, and that everyone should basically not go into work.  If they really must go in they should leave twice as long for their journey, or walk to work, or roller-skate, anything but public transport.  And now come the games and there's literally no one on the tube.  It's wonderful, I wish the Olympics were on all the time.

I gotta say though, the BBC has nailed the coverage, we don't have a TV but we splashed out on a TV license, as you are meant to have a license if you stream live TV.  And it has so been worth it, all the sports are covered on the internet, so if the main channel is showing some montage, or replaying one of GB's few medal wins you can always just take your pick of what else is on.  It's pretty awesome, channel 9 in Australia has an awfully long way to go.

It has been funny listening to the British commentators, in Australia they are always really disappointed if a swimmer doesn't get a medal, whereas here they are overjoyed if they just make it to the final.  Though it is good to see that commentators the world over are incredibly nationalistic, a GB swimmer could be coming 6th in their race, and yet it is as if there is no one else in the pool.  The winner is mentioned as a bit of an afterthought once it is all over.

We didn't get tickets to anything, though following the furore of the blocks of empty seats there might be some more up for grabs, but we have been along to the free events.  So far just the men's road cycling race, and this weekend we have the women's triathlon and marathon.  The road race was pretty cool.  We could get live updates from the BBC website, so we knew that Cancellara had crashed, and then suddenly two riders came whizzing past, so close that if you were leaning over the barrier they would have hit you.  Then the rest came charging by, and we at this point we thought it was all over and started heading off, when Cancellara slowly pedalled past.  He's a lot smaller than what you might think, he always looks so big compared to the rest of the cyclists, but that really doesn't say much.