I was doing some research for a novel yesterday, walking around Blackfriars. I did not take a proper camera, just my replacement phone, and that turned out to not work very well. So I only have three photos. They are quite good, though.
|Hard to read, but: St.Andrew-By-The-Wardrobe.|
They are all open to people who just want to sit and think, and sometimes there is someone who is happy to answer questions.
I asked about everything I saw mentioned on the leaflets or on the signs balanced on cupboards or taped to the walls. "It says you have a pelican, where is the pelican?" I asked in one tiny church. "Ah, it's hidden," said the man with the "Friend" badge, opening a door to a stairwell. There, indeed, was a very detailed sculpture of a pelican, thrusting her beak into her chest to feed a clutch of chicks. The runnels of blood were neat white marble drops.
"Wow," I said.
"There are more spectacular ones", he said, "but this one is pretty good."