“…Some other of the more disorderly pilgrims clearly had not learnt to conduct t
hemselves in a church. They loitered along like stray goats, staring at the rich gifts stored in the cathedral and peering up at the stained glass windows with loud exclamations…pretending to read the coats of arms emblazoned upon them, after the fashion of the gentlefolk, whose duty it was to have a good knowledge of such things.” Evidently tourists haven’t changed much in 700 years!
The day also included a trip to the white cliffs of Dover, where the weather was clear enough to see all the way across the channel to France. The cliffs really are WHITE, and the lush green vegetation is supported by 6 inches or less of soil. It shouldn’t surprise me. In the medieval town of Canterbury, “Keys of Heaven” flowers were growing right out of the medival stone wall that surrounds the old town.