A day in Coventry
Mar. 21st, 2016 09:00 pmWith SM heading back to Paris at midday, we decided on a gentle morning in Coventry. We went the back way, along Greyfriars and past the Goldern Cross, where our next-door neighbour hid in the cellar 75 years ago on the night the centre was firebombed. Walking past the old cathedral, we noticed that St Mary's Guildhall was open to the public and we went inside for a look around. It was fascinating: I don't think I'd ever been there before.
After checking out Coventry's medieval roots, we moved to the Herbert where we went to the Wildlife Photographer of the Year exhibition. The photos were all outstanding and the sheer dedication required to get some of the shots was inspiring; some of them took hundreds of hours of patient waiting to capture, but the results more than rewarded the investment.
Once SM had left for the airport, the rest of us went to the Farmhouse for lunch: VY was determined to have curried okra before he left, so we dropped in on the way home for an Indian. The food was excellent — the tarka dhal was particularly noteworthy — and we had a very nice time, baring a minor glitch when VY got charged in dollars rather than euros — or possibly the other way round, I'm not sure — when the credit card machine defaulted to the wrong setting.
After checking out Coventry's medieval roots, we moved to the Herbert where we went to the Wildlife Photographer of the Year exhibition. The photos were all outstanding and the sheer dedication required to get some of the shots was inspiring; some of them took hundreds of hours of patient waiting to capture, but the results more than rewarded the investment.
Once SM had left for the airport, the rest of us went to the Farmhouse for lunch: VY was determined to have curried okra before he left, so we dropped in on the way home for an Indian. The food was excellent — the tarka dhal was particularly noteworthy — and we had a very nice time, baring a minor glitch when VY got charged in dollars rather than euros — or possibly the other way round, I'm not sure — when the credit card machine defaulted to the wrong setting.