in Liverpool is one of them. It was hit by an incendiary bomb during World War II. It's beautiful but dilapidated - an exquisite shell of a building and you have to sign a disclaimer before you go inside.
Music, art and film events are regularly put on here by a dedicated bunch of artists.
It was one of the best spots I visited in Liverpool - quirky and thought-provoking - and hello to the lovely men who were manning the door (was there a door?) and freezing on what must have been one of the coldest days of the year.
Where have you been recently which has made you stop and think?
Love the sign to the 'LOO'! Never seen one of those (or at least one that prominent) in a cathedral before...
ReplyDeleteThe last place that really made me stop and think was the Cape Green Lighthouse which juts into the wild Tasman Sea in a remote spot on the southern New South Wales coast.
http://eden.nsw.au/historic-sites/green-cape-lighthouse
Apart from it being a stunning spot, what really made me think was the wind-blasted graveyard of simple white painted stones laid to mark those who 71 souls who had perished in the wreck of the SS Ly-ee-moon over a century ago. What hit home was the fact the plaque listing the names of those that were known and describing those whose names were not ('one who had a German accent'), literally placed them in order of Class on the vessel -
http://maxoppysblog.bigblog.com.au/data/9/47040/image/GreencapeCemetary651482047712503780120090927182812.jpg
- all the way down to an unnamed 'Greek friend of the Cook' who must have thought him/herself so lucky to get a spot on board. So many lives with so many stories ... but in this case, even death couldn't prove to be the great leveller ...
A very evocative place, Sharon.
ReplyDeleteEvery building - which evokes the memory of war victims - inspires a great sense of respect in who’s looking at it.
That’s why I hope to visit the Concentration Camp of Auschwitz in Poland one day.
About me, a place which made me stop and think recently was Venice - during the famous Carnival.
The well-known lagoon seemed another place in that occasion – absorbed in its traditional feast, where people wore coloured masks and the atmosphere was magic.
It almost seemed like Venice fell asleep and was rocked in a dream out of time, out of space – in a game of colours, lights and shadows.
Just for some days - then the town woke up and went back to the routine.
I felt as I was living in another time – far from modernity – where a simple feast had such a great power of illusion on my mind.
M. xx
What a moving story, Tom. Carpe diem - how lucky that we are able to.
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