Norwich is a medium-sized city, a regional hub, once known for its manufacturing, which is now down to just Colmans mustard. That is to say, however, all the mustard eaten by the English comes from Norwich. (Nevermind Colmans is owned by Unilever). Anyhow, the cathedral, the castle, the market, and many of the halls and churches date from about the same time, that is, the Norman occupation, beginning in 1066, and just after. If nothing else, Norwich is also the flint-stone construction capital of the known universe. We thought we had seen flint-stone in Normandy and in Kent. No comparison with Norwich.
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A pub across the street from the entrance to the cathedral grounds...largest collection of apothecary bottles ever--this is just half the windows, all of which display the bottles--including many blue ones, Rebecca |
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First of many flint towers |
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The castle not visited, Norwich Castle; not flint |
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Also not flint, the beautiful Royal Arcade, sort of Art Nuvo |
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Every bit as popular here as in the US |
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Entering the 900 year old market area--well, there's been a market in this place for 900 years |
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Part of costume for my next Medieval fair |
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Much of the current market is small eateries |
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We split fish and chips at a nice chippy; I get the fish, she gets the chips |
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Guild Hall, re-built in the 16th |
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Ever more flint; Fred and Wilma |
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More flint: former abbey halls, spared (for a price) by Henry VIII; either St. Andrew or Blackfriars Hall |
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Interior of either St. Andrews or Blackfriars Hall (there was an event going on, so they were technically closed) |
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Sic transit, Gloria |
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No end to the flint |
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