City of Westminster Cemetery(and Kensal Green Cemetery, Tower Hamlets Cemetery Park)
Frederick H. Evans, Westminster Abbey, Apse from Choir, 1911
F. Edlich, Dresden Castle at Night, 1870s
Manhattan Street in the Rain [New York] c.1910 by William Gordon Shields
Andre Kertesz ~ Paris 1925 - 1936, from “Diary of Light”
Leonard Misonne Souvenir de Londres. 1899
Alvin Langdon Coburn, The Flat Iron Building, Evening, 1912.
St. Dunstan-in-East. London
St. John-At-Hamstead Churchyard Cemetery London
Some pics I promised Annacarrotta from our favourite cemetery in Hamstead.
I think Atlin’s Rory’s lurking about somewhere here too. ;)
The Parkland Walk is a 4.5-mile (7.2 km) linear green walkway, in the London Boroughs of Haringey and Islington, which follows the course of the railway line which used to run between Finsbury Park through Stroud Green, Crouch End, Highgate and Muswell Hill to Alexandra Palace.
Horror writer Stephen King once visited his friend, Peter Straub’s house in Crouch End. The legend goes that after asking for a good place to go for a walk, he was directed towards the old railway line, now called the Parkland Walk. While here, he was inspired by the strange unsettling surroundings and the sculpture of a spriggan (a pan-like green man), which was pushing its way out of an old arched wall. King wrote the short story Crouch End, based on his visit, which was later adapted as an episode of Nightmares and Dreamscapes: From the Stories of Stephen King, which included the spriggan in the introduction.
The River Fleet – An Amazing River In The Underground Of London.
It’s not enough that whole London has a complete underground system, it has a underground river too. It’s called the River Fleet and is London’s largest subterranean river. Long time ago Victorian engineers built a whole system of tunnels and chambers under London.
The original Davenport’s Magic Shop (now moved to underneath Trafalgar Square). This used to be opposite the British Museum, and it’s now a Starbucks.
St. Botolph’s Church, on Aldgate High Street. This church was known as the prostitutes’ church, because the ladies would walk around it in order to attract clients (it was against the law to stand in one place and solicit). It was in this area that Catherine Eddowes was seen drunk the night of her murder.
In 1982, photographer Chris Brackley took a picture inside this historic old church. The only people present were himself and his wife. When the photograph was developed he was astonished to note that a woman in old-fashioned garb was standing on the balcony to the right of the altar. The negative was subjected to considerable expert analysis, which revealed that that there was no double exposure to the film and it was also proved that none of Chris’s equipment was faulty. The only explanation for the mysterious figure was that someone must have actually been standing on the balcony when the picture was taken. A few years later Chris was contacted by a builder who had been employed on restoration work in St Botolph’s crypt. He explained that, in knocking down a wall he had inadvertently disturbed a pile of old coffins. One had come open to reveal a reasonably well-preserved body the face of which bore an uncanny resemblance to the figure that had made an uninvited appearance in Chris’s photograph.