canterbury day

And now for the third and final post of my Canterbury tale--the town.

It was a busy grey day in Canterbury.


The "city" is like a Kentish version of York.


But it has a distinctly different southern atmosphere.


Tiny Tim's Tearoom.


Sun Hotel.


Hawks Lane.


There were French schoolchildren swarming the town.
Most of my pictures include them, I couldn't avoid it.


There's loads of beautiful timber-framed buildings.


Gorgeous old inn now housing a Caffè Nero.


Dates to 1573,
claims to have "Queen Elizabeth [I]'s Guest Chamber."


More Frenchies.


Conquest House.


And it was called yellow.


Sophie, I found a house in Kent for you.


Pink & green.


More 'S's.


I turned a corner and whoa, mini-Bruges!


A boat trip on the Stour.


The Old Weavers' House.


Right on the Stour River.


Isn't it picturesque?


I love the pastel-coloured buildings.


Wisteria. A dream-blossom, climbing, twining, creeping in my heart.
Wisteria. A throttling cluster of memories haunting me.


Frog Cottage.


Of course I was raised to gather courage from those/
Lofty tales so tried and true.


If you're able, I'd suggest it 'cause this/
Modern thought can get the best of you.


This rather simple epitaph can save your hide/
Your falling mind.


Pretty lavender-blue.


I spy a chef in the upstairs window.


There's also a lot of shops.


Royal Wedding mania is in full swing!


A slightly less-classy version.


Canterbury owl & henna.


Homegirl here to represent.


Overall, a nice little Kentish Town.


Dane John Gardens, near the railway station.
Next stop: Londontown!
xx