Old Bailey and Shopping
Trip Start Dec 27, 2011
14Trip End Jan 11, 2012
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We were sent around to the other side of the building, where we stood in the pouring down rain for a good twenty minutes (until they were ready to let us in to the warm and dry inside). Security was stringent; they went through everyone's bags and wallets and made us each walk through a metal detector
After they settled on a date, we discovered that it was the only case that we would be able to see for the day, so we got the afternoon off. It was incredibly blustery and rainy, and we decided to wait out the storm by having lunch at All Bar One, a restaurant just at the corner of Old Bailey St. It had lightened up by the time we were leaving, so we walked to St. Paul's tube stop instead of taking a cab. We were headed for Knightsbridge and Harrod's Department Store. When we got off the tube, the sun was out and the sky was clear.
We shopped around Harrod's for a while
Before the pub crawl, we met in the Churchill Room at Goodenough College for a talk about the "Nature of Law" by Father Robert Araujo. It was nothing against him (as I am sure that his lecture was very nice; Francis said it was one of the best he has heard in a while), but I was concentrated on keeping my eyes open more than actually on listening to what he was saying.
We started the pub crawl at a place called Blackfriar's pub. The pub is from the 20th century, but it sits on the site of they monastery where King Henry VIII came to plead his case to the Papal Leggett to grant a divorce from Katherine of Aragon. I had only one beer at this pub before crossing the river Thames into Southwark
After dinner, we moved on to the next pub, The Anchor. I had a beer (on the Loyola tab) and ended up falling in love with the glass. It was for Kronenberg 1664, which has been my favorite beer on the trip.
One the way to the last pub, we passed the Clink (a medieval prison), a replica of the Golden Hinde (you can rent it for slumber parties!), and the Southwark Cathedral. The George was the last pub on our crawl, and we overtook the back room. We were all feeling good by this time. At one point, Dean Faught told the girls that if "[we] see a guy [we] like, [we] should go out and take him...as a gift from [him] and Francis." Christine did a recitation of the prologue to the Canterbury Tales (complete with accent), For those, like me, whose English class struggled through it:
WHAN that Aprille with his shoures soote
The droghte of Marche hath perced to the roote,
And bathed every veyne in swich licour,
Of which vertu engendred is the flour;
Whan Zephirus eek with his swete breeth
Inspired hath in every holt and heeth
The tendre croppes, and the yonge sonne
Hath in the Ram his halfe cours y-ronne,
And smale fowles maken melodye,
That slepen al the night with open ye,
(So priketh hem nature in hir corages:
Than longen folk to goon on pilgrimages,
And palmers for to seken straunge strondes,
To ferne halwes, couthe in sondry londes;
And specially, from every shires ende
Of Engelond, to Caunterbury they wende,
The holy blisful martir for to seke,
That hem hath holpen, whan that they were seke
Exactly at 11PM, the bar closed down. They started putting the chairs on the table and all but threw us out the door. More than a few people in the group (i.e. everyone) was confused because the bar was packed. When Correne started a healthy conversation with some of the British about the difference in cultural (not at all claiming that one way was better than the other), they wanted nothing to do with us because we were American.
Francis brightened our spirits with his original "goat joke." No one wanted to go to bed when we got back, so we had another pajama jam in the 4431. Unfortunately, I did not get back to the room until 2AM. I was one of the first to leave the party.