Sunday, July 29, 2012

Godstow Abbey





















Walking to the Trout from Port Meadow, we came across the remains of Godstow Abbey, founded in the 12th century. Not much remains aside from the chapel and the outer walls. The funny thing is that I had just been at the Ashmolean looking at some tiles - they caught my attention because they had a deer and bird pattern that my father had copied out of a book and put on my door when I was little. It stayed on my door for at least ten years. Anyway, it turns out those tiles were from Godstow Abbey. 

You can read a very good overview of the history of the site here. It turns out that the Abbey was originally built on an island formed by the Thames. After the dissolution of the monasteries it became a private residence, and then a stone quarry for local residents and a pen for their cattle. While it was still an abbey, Godstow served as the home and final resting place of Henry II's mistress Rosamund Clifford.

Right now it is a very beautiful, desolate place. It seems that someone has been living in the chapel recently, judging by the debris in it.

Saturday, July 28, 2012

Paris Partie Huit

 











These are just some odds and ends that didn't fit anywhere else. Of note - a door at Notre Dame, the Danish restaurant where we thought we were going to get the waiter fired for asking for well-done salmon, a sphinx overlooking the Louvre, the Eiffel Tower from another angle, and peach cake.

Paris Partie Sept


 


























 

The Louvre is ... so many things. The day I was there, at least, it was breathtaking, crowded, bewildering, hot ... and strangely both invigorating and exhausting. I got to see many of the Louvre's landmarks, as well as one lovely and unexpected find - Domenico Ghirlandaio's Portrait of an Old Man and a Boy, which I first saw at the exhibit "The Renaissance Portrait: From Donatello to Bellini" at the Met a few months ago. It had followed me! (Or more accurately, I guess, I followed it.)