Tubewhore (![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} tubewhore) wrote,@ 2008-04-12 23:18:00 |
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Cutty Sark DLR
Cutter Head in the entrance to Cutty Sark DLR in way of signage...
From being on the surface on the DLR stations we'd visited so far today, Cutty Sark is underground. Platforms signs - apologies for the blurriness - indict there's plenty of things to do here, but sadly the eponymous ship itself isn't one of them at the moment, being that it caught fire not so long ago...I think it fitting that Gaby and are conclude out tubewhoring for the day at at station named for a tea clipper, that itself is named for a type of chemise. We are certainly the only people on the station who might own such a thing...Fall into conversation with a very friendly sort who is fascinated in a charming way with a pair of trad goths appearing on the platform.. We get him to oblige with a photo as he expounds on how more people should dress more extravagantly in everyday life... sentiment I can wholeheartedly endorse.
Looking at our list of possible destinations we decide on the Fan Museum after a spot of lunch and window shopping.
And then back to the DLR, up to Canary Wharf to change to the Jubilee to green park for tea at Browns with Liza...
Cutter Head in the entrance to Cutty Sark DLR in way of signage...
From being on the surface on the DLR stations we'd visited so far today, Cutty Sark is underground. Platforms signs - apologies for the blurriness - indict there's plenty of things to do here, but sadly the eponymous ship itself isn't one of them at the moment, being that it caught fire not so long ago...I think it fitting that Gaby and are conclude out tubewhoring for the day at at station named for a tea clipper, that itself is named for a type of chemise. We are certainly the only people on the station who might own such a thing...Fall into conversation with a very friendly sort who is fascinated in a charming way with a pair of trad goths appearing on the platform.. We get him to oblige with a photo as he expounds on how more people should dress more extravagantly in everyday life... sentiment I can wholeheartedly endorse.
Looking at our list of possible destinations we decide on the Fan Museum after a spot of lunch and window shopping.
Sadly, the town has changed a lot since I used to walk here from Surrey Quays to sign on at the DSS offices just outside the town centre. It used to be vintage clothes shops, book stores, and antique places. All a bit hip and boho, made especially so at the weekends by the large covered craft market. These days the few interesting shops left seems a tad beleagured against a growing number of sports wear shops and chain stores. I'm horribly disappointed that I've dragged Gaby to London for an interesting day and brought her to somewhere with nothing to see but cheap trainers and Superdrug. I find myself pointing out what used to be here as we wander about looking for lunch.
With it being a drizzly Monday in March, the owner of the Mexican place we chose seems delighted to have us. We sit in the window, and become objects of intense interest for a large group of school kids, pressing their noses to the glass to look at the freaks. Disconcerting to say the least. We wave at them. This is followed by a woman banging on the glass and asking if she could take our photo. When we say yes, she comes into the restaurant to do so, and gives us a business card afterwards. So yes, a peculiar start to the meal.
We finish up to be in time for the Fan Museum which opens at 2pm. It's teeny museum, but running an exhibition of Dutch fans that are simply exquisite. Now it's us pressing noses to the glass of display cabinets and gazing in adoration...lace fans, flamboyant ostrich, fans inlaid with diamonds and rubies, carved ivory...
After a desultory tour of the rest of the town, when the most interesting thing we've seen is the tarmac being scraped of the road and spat out into a truck by resembling a wood chipper that breed with a dinosaur transformer Zoid we head back to the station, slightly underwhelmed by Greenwich on a weekday:
Super big tonka toy on tracks that's ripping through the street being driven by a woman...very Rosie the Riveter...
With it being a drizzly Monday in March, the owner of the Mexican place we chose seems delighted to have us. We sit in the window, and become objects of intense interest for a large group of school kids, pressing their noses to the glass to look at the freaks. Disconcerting to say the least. We wave at them. This is followed by a woman banging on the glass and asking if she could take our photo. When we say yes, she comes into the restaurant to do so, and gives us a business card afterwards. So yes, a peculiar start to the meal.
We finish up to be in time for the Fan Museum which opens at 2pm. It's teeny museum, but running an exhibition of Dutch fans that are simply exquisite. Now it's us pressing noses to the glass of display cabinets and gazing in adoration...lace fans, flamboyant ostrich, fans inlaid with diamonds and rubies, carved ivory...
After a desultory tour of the rest of the town, when the most interesting thing we've seen is the tarmac being scraped of the road and spat out into a truck by resembling a wood chipper that breed with a dinosaur transformer Zoid we head back to the station, slightly underwhelmed by Greenwich on a weekday:
Super big tonka toy on tracks that's ripping through the street being driven by a woman...very Rosie the Riveter...
And then back to the DLR, up to Canary Wharf to change to the Jubilee to green park for tea at Browns with Liza...
