I arrive at Bank Station, named after it’s close proximity to the Bank of England. A statue of a man on a horse towers above me.
22 Bishopsgate now towers above it.
This man is the Duke of Wellington, the statue erected for his input in helping to start the rebuild of London Bridge back in the day.
Below is another memorial I found on my walk. This one seemed like it was telling a story so I had to do a little research…
I found this sculpture outside of Liverpool Street Station. It’s a memorial for 10,000 orphaned Jewish children that escaped persecution in Nazi Germany, arriving at this station between 1938-39. Again, the site is surrounded by tall, glass towers that are a world away from the surrounding architecture of the day. A world away from where the kids called home. The only remaining buildings are the ones that contributed to history the most and were given a lifeline, allowing us to share the same roof as the evacuees of the 1930’s.
But every generation has a story to tell, and the lockdown is one of ours, shared by every generation alive today. Not that it can be compared to the events I mentioned earlier, but certainly unique. Tragic, too. But what more can we do but simply experience it and ride this wave as best we can? Not much.
But every ‘closed’ sign is a photo opportunity, every long wait in a supermarket is a story we will share when this is itself a part of history. Some of these signs turning me away have never looked more inviting.
Due to the Coronavirus outbreak I am somewhat limited as to what I can do in London, but I aim to post as much as I can during this time. I promise to have some great posts coming your way once this is all over as I continue to explore London.
Stay home, stay safe and happy blogging!
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