London Bridge is Falling Down

            Today I revisited Tower Bridge. I walked across it and went beyond the Tower of London to the oldest church in the city. All Hallows. The Saxon translation is “all saints.” Some remains date back to more than 1,000 years ago. There was a fascinating museum in the crypt, which contained such artifacts as an ancient Roman tile floor and William Penn’s baptism record. I also found a wooden barrel that was the crow’s nest used by Sir Ernest Shackleton on his last Antarctic expedition in the ship “Quest.” On the ground floor still stands an arch that dates back to the 2^nd century. However, the greatest memory I shall take from this church was that I lit a candle for my grandmother who recently passed away. Having been in England and feeling that I had not properly grieved, it was a huge weight off of my shoulders and largely satisfying that I could pray for her. She was Catholic and would love to have seen the glorious architecture of All Hallows by The Tower.  

            After my brief reconnection with religion, I made my way back across the Thames. This time I used London Bridge. I went to Borough High Street, where I stumbled upon The George. Here stands another historic pub that was refurbished after the Great Fire. However, in addition to Dickens frequenting the building, Shakespeare seems to have been a regular attendee. Ye Olde Cheshire Cheese certainly looked more historic, but I really liked the vibe of The George. The inn was located in a square, a quaint little establishment. I only stopped in for a pint of Aspall’s cider, so I really can’t report on their menu. It was also VERY CHILLY, despite sitting right near a burning fire. Yet, the chill definitely enhanced the old Victorian feel of the pub.
Me in front of Tower Bridge:

All Hallows by the Tower:

Entrance Gate to The George:

Outside view of The George: