The Eaton Diary of London    2001  

Bus Tour

Home Index to Diary '01 March 2001 April 2001 May 2001 June 2001 July 2001 August 2001 September 2001 October 2001 November 2001 December 2001

Tuesday, April 10.  

 

A tour of London on the open-topped Double Decker tourist bus seemed like the best way to get an overview of this historic town. Despite the cold and threatening weather, the four of us thoroughly enjoyed the tour. The entertaining commentary helped put things in an historical and cultural perspective, and provided excellent tips for places to visit at a later date. It all made quite an impression on us. For example, I couldnít fathom the thought that a building we past was built before Columbus sailed that legendary Ďocean blue.í And all those monuments to manís incredible achievements, both worthy and tragic, left me awestruck. At every turn there were contrasting unanswerable questions. Why canít they build buildings like that today? How could men be so cruel? Who could afford to live there? How can Godly foundations result in such Godlessness?

   

 

A highlight of the day was the gorgeous sound of the choir rehearsing in Westminster Abbey. We were doing the tourist tour, trying to overcome the feeling that we were visiting a cemetery rather than a cathedral, when the beautiful acoustic sounds floated through the lofty arches. The unique sound of the dozen boy sopranos and similar number of tenors and basses brought the Abbey to life as they prepared for a Holy Week concert. It was a delight to see these young boys happily joining with the men, and working so hard to perfect their performance. Less delightful was the promotional poster of the concert that displayed the theme, ďThe Darkness of GodĒ. Passion week does highlight darkness but the darkness of man rather the darkness of God. For me, the poster demonstrated the tragic loss of light and life that seems to typify much religious activity which is built on manís traditions rather than on Godís presence. One canít but be impressed by the past evidence of Godís blessing of this nation, with the central place given to churches in every city square, and the numbers of godly men and women who have had such influence throughout the world, but how tragic that the light no longer shines brightly.

 

 

 

 

 

   

 

What better way to top off a day of feasting on the traditional delights of London, than to enjoy the ultimate of local fare - Fish and Chips at the Sherlock Holmes Pub?

 

We were well satisfied, refreshed and inspired by our day out. So much so, we gladly walked all the way from Trafalgar Square back to the Hotel in Euston Street. (At least, a leisurely walk was much more desirable option than attempting another crowded Tube ride.)

 

    

 

 

 

Home Up

Back Next

© Copyright 2001 H Grant Eaton  Contact: granteaton@usa.net