Continuing down the hill from the conference site, you come to Chinatown. I find that I like photographing the gates to the various Chinatowns of the world, for some reason. This gate is especially amusing, since it's right smack up against a piece of particularly staid British civic architecture:
This church is quite amazing. It's a war monument. The roof was destroyed during the Blitz, and the city maintains it as a tribute to the plucky spirit of the British, who didn't let a minor thing like the Blitz get them down.
The Anglican Cathedral has gardens around one side of it. The gardens are part park and part graveyard, full of these wonderful old-fashioned gravestones, the kind that list the deceased's full name and age at death, years, months, and days, and sometimes have a verse or so of poetry on them. I love gravestones like that.
Downtown, I observed that any culture can be appropriated for wacky commercial purposes:
I also went down to the docks, since the other thing that Liverpool is famous for (besides the subjects of the next post) is being a shipping center. The White Star and Cunard lines both shipped out from Liverpool, and the Titanic left from there. This is a shot of one of the Liver birds, which are city symbols perched right up on the tippy top of (I think) city hall.
There are a number of statues in honor of famous shipping magnates along the docks. This is a decoration on the pedestal of one of them. If you click on the picture a couple of times to enlarge it, you should see that it's a lady representing Research. I call it my "self-portrait."
At the north end (I think) of the docks is this monument. It was originally dedicated to all the engineers who stayed at their posts doing their duty and went down with the Titanic, but the dedication has since been expanded to include all marine engineers. I really liked it; it's a monument that should exist somewhere in the world, and it's one of the few pieces of art in the Soviet Realist style that actually works. I just wish the light had been better for photography:
I took this picture on Sunday, so there weren't any ferries running, but this is the place from which one could ferry 'cross the Mersey, assuming a ferry were there to be taken:
Closer to the Dean Waters building is this interesting monument. The artist designed it to represent Liverpool's history as a transit center, and also to commemorate famous Liverpudlians, whose names are carved into various suitcases. I saw Paul McCartney's name, for instance:
It's right next to the Liverpool Institute for the Performing Arts. This building used to be a high school, where John Lennon and Paul McCartney both went. After they had graduated and gone on to become the Beatles, the school was scheduled for demolition. McCartney didn't want that to happen, so he put up the funds to turn his old high school into a performing arts academy. To this day, he returns to the school every year to help with commencement. Every graduate of LIPA has their degree handed to them by Sir Paul McCartney! I loved hearing that story.
If you look down the street from the suitcase monument, you can see the Roman Catholic cathedral, which kind of gives Soldier Field a run for its money in the category of "civic architecture that resembles spaceships." Our guide said the four bells were supposed to represent Matthew, Mark, Luke, and John, but I have a feeling that many more people think of them as representing John, Paul, George, and Ringo.
Next post: The Fab Four! And what ethnomusicologists do for fun.