Greenwich is gorgeous. Fabulous architecture (Wren! Jones! Hawksmoor!). Beautiful park, full of Tudor romance and history. The prime meridian of course, and the home of Harrison’s chronometers. And the village has a lovely feel. We’ve ambled through the park and visited the National Maritime Museum, and the Old Royal Naval College.
We found the Vintage Fair by acident and watch marvellous swing dancers swirl and swoop in the shadow of the Cutty Sark. We’ve trained one local barista to make a cortado worthy of our attention, and started our first coffee loyalty card at the exellent cafe at the local art house cinema. Time for some pix.
And music for the days? Mmm. Well, as we are wandering every charted Street, and sailing every reach of the Thames, here’s Britten’s setting of Blake’s poem London, which gets depressing, so just enjoy the music.