Wow, such a busy day.
We kicked things off with a drive to the Museum of London, on the way to which I made sure to get a few photos.
I didn’t like the look this duck was giving me.
We passed Buckingham Palace at one point and saw the guard advancing toward us. Definitely one of those crazy “woah, I’m actually here” moments.
Eventually, we made it to the Museum, my need to pee eradicating my capacity for any other thoughts.
…Except how adorable these little British schoolchildren were. I feel like all the students here have uniforms!
Plus the accents make them a hundred times cuter. The diversity over here is crazy, they all sound so different.
After I’d established a sufficient level of pedophiliac creepiness and endured inquiries in the vein of “Aren’t you cold?!” from my peers (I was in a T-shirt and Norts and, no, I was not cold, but I was prepared for the 66 degrees that the weather would summit later that day), we entered the museum in groups of two and three.
I got a little carried away with reading student-authored poetry in the early Roman Empire exhibit, and was quickly separated from my group. On the bright side, this have me ample time to drag along at my own pace (that is to say, press my face to the glass and revel in every dust mite and dirt clod trapped in the exhibition cases).
The cool thing about the Museum of London (one cool thing about the Museum of London) is that the exhibits move chronogically, one after the other. So, you begin with a thrust back in time, to about 2000 years ago, and as you make your way around corners and down the stairs, winding through halls and walls and rooms and capsules and miniatures and models and artifacts, you bear witness to London’s growth and expansion during the Civil War, the Great Plague, the Fire, even through the 70s, 80s, 90s, 2000s. And it’s dynamic too. There are videos and buttons, rooms where holograms dance in perpetual, hypnagogic masquerades, a Victorian abbey complete with invisible, clopping horses and the distant groans of a bell tower. Although the sheer volume of information seems a bit submersing (after all, London’s history is a weighty one, and even a native or annalist can find themselves gasping for air), it proved my favorite location of any we’ve visited thus far.
So, without further ado… PICTURES!!!
Below is a miniature model of the Rose Theatre during building in 1587, which may have been the completion year, although some sources also suggest that construction was under way through 1592. It was the first theatre on Bankside, in Surrey (near where I am!), and resembled existing animal arenas. At only 72 feet in diameter, it was a cozy space for performances, and records show that it may have even had capabilities for double-leveled staging, the likes of which are called for in shows like Titus Andronicus. (I just like theaters okay?)
Below is a representation of what would very well have been a 17th-century London merchant’s living room, complete with furnishings typical of that status of household. This would have been a pretty wealthy one, as indicated by the silver, pottery from Southwark, wall tapestries, rocking horse (which would have been painted), oriental carpets on the tables, and the like.
I really geek out over these room representations. They’re like open houses. But from, like, hundreds of years ago. Like… what? Think about how cool that is for a second. Just think about it.
Here’s a quote about the Great Fire I liked. There was a whole portion of the museum dedicated to this event. I peeked my head inside one of its rooms and noticed that a video about the fire was running from an overhead projector, seeming to relay it sequentially, hour by hour, while a miniature of the city below the screen mimicked the fire with glowing red lights. I didn’t stick around too long because the room was packed pretty tightly but it looked awesome.
“Wrap her stately head in clouds of smoke and sulphur.” Not bad, Evelyn, not bad.
Below is a description of the first exhibit downstairs, which focuses on international relations throughout history. I found it sort of poignant.
I quickly rushed off to the masquerade room. (That isn’t what it’s called but the actual name escapes me.) This was really cool, if you’re interested in historical fashions like me, because it’s set up to resemble a foggy, candle-lit courtyard, with dark, faceless figures encased in glass and sporting traditional gowns and suits and other costume wear. However, some of the figures are, in fact, not encased in glass, and I nearly broke my leg fleeing the supposed advances of one of the exhibit’s “escapees.” Word to the wise: watch your step. Figures will emerge at random from the darkness.
In one part of the museum, old prison walls had been removed from their original homestead and placed on display.
I don’t know who this Edward Burk character is, but he’s got better penmanship with rocks on wood than I’ve got with actual pens on paper.
The antique watches were a big point of engrossment for me.
Over the course of 30 years, by 1776, the price of each watch was reduced from £20 to £2 merely through the institution of “division of labor,” by which individual parts were passed from craftsman to craftsman before a final push to the finisher, and then the retailer.
Nikes versus the classics. Who has the upper hand on fashion? Er, foot. Haha.
Please laugh, I spent like 10 minutes coming up with that.
A musical clock by George Pyke that plays 10 different tunes by use of an organ within. The clock incorporates moving painted gears that, when activated, produce an elaborate scene involving a dog swimming after a duck, a water-wheel, ships, and three workmen engaged in heavy labor.
This Spitalfields silk mantua belonged to Ann Fanshawe, and integrates 14 different colored threads and four types of wires. The designs represent her father’s trade as a merchant and brewer.
Silk weavers of the time were poorly paid and politically active. They often organized protests and riots, but those for whom they produced their goods (like Ann) hardly ever interacted with them directly, instead dealing with the silk mercers, so they were at least not well-aware of the struggles faced by their weavers.
Ah, yes. After reading up on the fashion community, it was time for a little stroll through Victorian London.
First, I stopped by the merchant’s office.
He wasn’t in.
I decided to take my money elsewhere. So, I plodded my way down to the Pawnbroker’s shop. I’d really been aching for a fiddle. Or a spoon.
The door was locked. He too must have been away. Perhaps in the crystal showroom? I peeped inside.
No one. This was absurd. Typhus was going around, I didn’t have a lifetime to wait around to be served.
I squinted into the window of a widow a block or two down from the pharmacy. (Could it be… a retro blogger?)
I ended my investigation at the toy shop. Verdict: these creepy dolls probably killed everyone.
After my adventure in Victorian London, I stumbled across an eight day regular clock from 1860, which displays the times of 8 different cities and was shown at the 1862 International Exhibition.
Then, luckily, I bumped into Brandy, who had also become separated from her group (for similar reasons) and empathized with my desire to take everything in at a leisurely pace. And she also snapped a shot of me in front of a cool old-timey London carriage. (Hey mom, dad… new car?)
We made our way through the decade collections. I was pretty pumped about the 70s installment.
Also, the Olympics volunteer dress for Danny Boyle’s opening ceremony: yay or nay?
Regardless, I did appreciate the inclusion of this portion of British culture. I was one of those people who skimmed on watching the Games when they aired last year, so it was nice to go back and be a part of that today.
…And then we were done! London’s history, beginning to end, all experienced in one culminating hour. More or less.
Up next: London, the Monument, and the Tower!