Campanile Lille Wasquehal
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... far from where we were moored on Canal du Nord, most likely Roman according to the signage. The cathedral in town is huge, and is constructed in two distinct sections, Roman and Gothic and was as usual stunning, so much money and time was put into the construction of these grand buildings, sometimes taking centuries to build, only to be remodelled by future generations or reconstructed due ...
... bikes on that particular train, but boxes were ok. Go figure. We then had to navigate the boxes to St Pancras station to catch the Eurostar across to Lille, in France. The little wheels worked really well along the train concourses and thru to the ticket boxes etc, until wayward passengers and pedestrians walked in front of us. As it was a bit like navigating the Queen Mary, and the steering not that responsive, I nearly ran over ...
... rebuilding of the Cloth Hall. Interestingly, when St. Martin's Cathedral was rebuilt from its ruins under the leadership of Jules Coomans, the shape of the spire was changed. Pre-1914 the spire had been a square tower. During the period of restoration of Ypres' historic buildings leading up to 1914 Jules Coomans had had plans to change the cathedral spire to a pointed one. When the new “gothic” cathedral was finished in 1930 it had been rebuilt with a pointed spire.
... the crowds after the ceremony to grab a meal in the beautiful Grote Markt square. I love Ypres; beautiful cobbled streets and amazing buildings including the Cloth Hall which had been destroyed in WW2, although you would never know that today as it has been so lovingly restored. We wandered back to the camp site and fell asleep, setting our alarm for an early morning get away back home the next day.
Our camp site was very different to our usual ...
... singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.
Bye for now,
Alan and Nise