Walking to Finsbury (2)

From Bunhill Fields, I walked past St. Luke, Old Street, one of the Fifty New Churches, with a nave thought to be by John James, but with an obelisk and west tower by his colleague, Nicholas Hawksmoor:-

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A block of flats protesting in Norman Street:-

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I admired the Greek Revival detailing on St. Clement’s, King Square by Philip Hardwick (1822):-

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Beyond on Garnault Place is the southern extension of Finsbury Town Hall with its baroque detailing by Charles Evans-Vaughan:-

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So, into Amwell Street:-

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I ended up in Lloyd Square with its fine houses of the early 1830s, designed by W.J. Booth for the Lloyd Baker Estate:-

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Walking to Finsbury (1)

Since it was clear and sunny, I set out in a slightly aimless way having long intended to see Bunhill Fields.   I walked past Brady Street cemetery, no easier to photograph with a Leica than a mobile phone:-

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Across Allen Gardens:-

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Through Arnold Circus:-

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I stopped for a poached egg at Ozone, a giant coffee shop which has come from New Zealand to Shoreditch:-

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To Bunhill Fields, the nonconformist burial ground where one can find (but I didn’t) the tombs of Bunyan, Defoe, Isaac Watts and William Blake:-

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Boxing Day

I went for a short walk to blow off the cobwebs of Christmas, reduce the fat of the Christmas pudding, and exercise the Leica.   Up the canal, as usual:-

Through Meath Gardens, which has an unexpected, pyramidal, brick gate pier:-

Past the railway bridge:-

Past the curious cemetery in Globe Road:-

And back past the flats:-

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Christmas Eve (2)

I have been forbidden from posting a picture of our Christmas tree, but have been allowed to post a photograph of the Christmas decorations on the staircase, a minor work of art, which I do with best Christmas wishes to all my readers, wherever you are, a highly select group, together with a picture of the curious creature on the top of the tree:-

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Christmas Eve (1)

It was as if a bomb had dropped on East London this morning, as if everyone was sleeping off a gigantic hangover which, of course, is always possible or has gone on holiday in the Azores:  nothing but the smell of wood smoke from the barges which is soon to be banned:-

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