Ale house in Canterbury. Had no significance, and I don't really know why I took this picture, but I like the name of the pub. Oh English pubs, how I love thee.
Apparently people in Canterbury don't know how to use levels either. That's a pretty shoddy construction job.
Cute little streets of the town.
Oh you know, just a hotel that Charles Dickens wrote about. Nothing big at all.
The entrance to the cathedral courtyard, notice the Starbucks right next door. Nice.
Grand, old cathedral!
Large. Impressive. Typical for a European church.
Required shot down the nave.
Compass rose in front of the altar. It symbolized something but the meaning has left my memory at this current point in time.
Stained glass, another favorite of mine.
Further back in the church. There were like two or three different sections that all had their own altars.
Candle where the shrine to and body of Thomas Becket was before wanker Henry VIII ordered it destroyed.
I'm Henry IV, I am. Famous dead people!
Swords of Martyrdom! In the martyrdom chapel dedicated to Senor Becket.
Like Cher, he needs no last name.
Last picture before the descent into the crypt.
Coming out of the darkness into the cute little courtyard.
Cathedral again.
My next life: lazy ginger cat who lives at Canterbury Cathedral. She has the life.
There was this herb and flower garden out in the courtyard and all the flowers had labels. Thanks Canterbury, for planting a weed and then telling me what it is.
Caitlin and Jon playing outside in the sun.
The cat and Steve sitting outside in the sun.
Requisite little canal running through cute little English town.
Caitlin, myself, and Jon on the bridge over the water.
Punting!
Leaving Canterbury and on to Leeds Castle! It has a moat! Fabulous!
What Henry imported into the castle. I think the 700 eels and the 1 dolphin is a little excessive
Another shot of the Castle, hanging out on the island in the middle of the moat.
Recreation of the queen's receiving bed. She didn't actually sleep here but would rather receive guests in this room and wanted them to be impressed. I would have slept here.
Eleanor of Castile brought the idea of bathing to the English people after spending time in Spain. Greatest gift ever given, I think.
More modern part of the castle, Lady Bastile's shoes!
Oldest equestrian statue in all of Britain. Because I know you couldn't live without that information.
Leaving the castle. With some weird woman looking at me and messing up my picture. I suppose I could crop it out, but I would rather be indignant.
Another castle shot. It was so pretty and the weather was sooooo nice.
Caitlin and I outside the castle.
Jon and Steve trying to be as cute as us. They fail.
Off the island and making our way to the maze.
Getting ready to go in! How exciting!
Steve pops up from the other side of the hedge.
Which way to go? Who knows.
From the top of the mound in the center.
We're champion maze solvers.
Down in the grotto where the creepy stone face drips water.
Walking through the tunnel with all the trippy lights.
Caitlin is all blue.
Out of the tunnel. Obviously every good castle needs a vineyard.The end! Next week: Stratford-upon-Avon.
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