After Blickling, we drove on to King's Lynn, on the coast, to see a church and for a couple days' rest. Increasingly, we are finding mid-sized towns that have designated parking for RVs, some of which even permit overnight stays. King's Lynn was one, and the car park was within walking distance of everything we wanted to see. And more.
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Actually it was not among the more scenic of our parkings, but being right next to the Royal Mail depot assured us of an early start every morning; and on the other side was a great view of the Lidl's |
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I've read (and seen) that there is only one statue of Cortez in Mexico; probably the same is true of King John in England, and, if so, this is it |
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No one's favorite king, except maybe in Lynn, which he granted market town status way back when |
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It was a Saturday and the downtown was busy; still a market town |
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Among the numerous kiddie shows |
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I think that's Judy on the left |
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The smallish Saturday market has been held next to St. Margarets for aeons |
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Quite few aeons, as it turns out |
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The market was mostly specialty foods; at this specialty foods for pets store we began to understand that, King John notwithstanding, there is some special weirdness about King's Lynn |
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Grab a six pack for Tabby or Fido; then make a YouTube video of their antics |
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The excellent signage encouraged us to explore further |
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Among the more attractive old buildings |
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From the volume of noise coming from this square, I assumed the entire city, except for Punch and Judy and Stevie Spud, would be there, enjoying the Saturday rock concert; instead, the audience appeared to be immediate family and close friends of band members |
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International cuisine of the future; all through the east of England we'd been hearing Slavic accents we couldn't quite place; turns out there's quite a bit of Polish and Baltic in the area |
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There's also a Tuesday market we didn't stick around for |
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City hall and associated old buildings |
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Closed, and quite rudely, for a wedding |
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Vicki stands for scale while I fume over not being permitted a photo of the hall interior, not to mention the relics |
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