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After taking last week off, here’s Dore Sunday! And we’re back to London! Specifically, to Whitechapel*, which seems like a somewhat unsavory place, but today’s piece features a coffee house, and since I’m doing a 19 hour shift today, coffee is my friend, and its home shall be showcased. London: A Pilgrimage - A Whitechapel Coffee House (1872) Forlorn men, women, and children, and a spacious township peopled with them, from cellars to attics—from the resort of the sewer-rat to the nest of the sparrow in the chimney-stack—make up that realm of suffering and crime which adventurous people visit with as much ceremony and provision of protection as belated travellers across Finchley Common used in the middle of last century. -Blanchard Jerrold, London: A Pilgrimage (1872) *See? It’s actually possible to bring up Whitechapel without delving into Jack The Ripper!

After taking last week off, here’s Dore Sunday!

And we’re back to London! Specifically, to Whitechapel*, which seems like a somewhat unsavory place, but today’s piece features a coffee house, and since I’m doing a 19 hour shift today, coffee is my friend, and its home shall be showcased.

London: A Pilgrimage - A Whitechapel Coffee House (1872)

Forlorn men, women, and children, and a spacious township peopled with them, from cellars to attics—from the resort of the sewer-rat to the nest of the sparrow in the chimney-stack—make up that realm of suffering and crime which adventurous people visit with as much ceremony and provision of protection as belated travellers across Finchley Common used in the middle of last century.

-Blanchard Jerrold, London: A Pilgrimage (1872)

*See? It’s actually possible to bring up Whitechapel without delving into Jack The Ripper!

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Slightly belated, but here’s Dore Sunday! Here’s yet another image of London, showing the hustle & bustle of this fascinating city (which I would really really like to visit someday.) London: A Pilgrimage - London Bridge (1872) London Bridge stretches across the river.London Bridge and the Pont Neuf are the two historical bridges of the world: bridges charged with mystery, romance, and tragedy.It is curious to see the eager faces that crowd to the sides of a steamer from the ocean when London Bridge is fairly outlined against the horizon, and the dome of St. Paul’s rises behind. This is the view of London which is familiar to all civilized peoples.Le Pont de Londres! the Frenchman exclaims, carrying his vivacious eyes rapidly over its proportions.The laden barges are sweeping through the arches, dipping sails and masts as they go;the Express boats are shooting athwart the stream above bridge;the Citizen boats are packed to the prow;the Monument stands clearly out of the confusion;the parapet of the bridge is crowded with dull faces looking down upon us as we swing about towards the sea again:we perceive the slow, unbroken stream of heavy traffic trailing to and fro, behind the gaping crowd, over the bridge.The deep hum of work-a-day London is upon us, and the churchbells are musical through it, singing the hour to the impatient moneymakers! -Blanchard Jerrold, London: A Pilgrimage (1872)

Slightly belated, but here’s Dore Sunday!

Here’s yet another image of London, showing the hustle & bustle of this fascinating city (which I would really really like to visit someday.)

London: A Pilgrimage - London Bridge (1872)

London Bridge stretches across the river.
London Bridge and the Pont Neuf are the two historical bridges of the world: bridges charged with mystery, romance, and tragedy.

It is curious to see the eager faces that crowd to the sides of a steamer from the ocean when London Bridge is fairly outlined against the horizon, and the dome of St. Paul’s rises behind. This is the view of London which is familiar to all civilized peoples.

Le Pont de Londres! the Frenchman exclaims, carrying his vivacious eyes rapidly over its proportions.
The laden barges are sweeping through the arches, dipping sails and masts as they go;
the Express boats are shooting athwart the stream above bridge;
the Citizen boats are packed to the prow;
the Monument stands clearly out of the confusion;
the parapet of the bridge is crowded with dull faces looking down upon us as we swing about towards the sea again:
we perceive the slow, unbroken stream of heavy traffic trailing to and fro, behind the gaping crowd, over the bridge.

The deep hum of work-a-day London is upon us, and the churchbells are musical through it, singing the hour to the impatient moneymakers!

-Blanchard Jerrold, London: A Pilgrimage (1872)

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Could it be? A timely Dore Sunday? Indeed! Here’s a cool post-apocalyptic depiction of London with an explanation too convoluted for me to bore you with (just Google Macaulay’s New Zealander for more.) London: A Pilgrimage - The New Zealander (1872) It is from the bridges that London wears her noblest aspect-whether by night or by day;or whether seen from Westminster! or that ancient site, which the genius of Rennie covers with a world-famous pile.Now we have watched the fleets into noisy Billingsgate;and now gossiped looking towards Wren’s grand dome, shaping Macaulay’s dream of the far future, with the tourist New Zealander upon the broken parapets, contemplating something matching-“The glory that was Greece- The grandeur that was Rome.” -Blanchard Jerrold, London: A Pilgrimage (1872)

Could it be? A timely Dore Sunday? Indeed!

Here’s a cool post-apocalyptic depiction of London with an explanation too convoluted for me to bore you with (just Google Macaulay’s New Zealander for more.)

London: A Pilgrimage - The New Zealander (1872)

It is from the bridges that London wears her noblest aspect-whether by night or by day;
or whether seen from Westminster! or that ancient site, which the genius of Rennie covers with a world-famous pile.
Now we have watched the fleets into noisy Billingsgate;
and now gossiped looking towards Wren’s grand dome, shaping Macaulay’s dream of the far future, with the tourist New Zealander upon the broken parapets, contemplating something matching-

“The glory that was Greece- The grandeur that was Rome.”

-Blanchard Jerrold, London: A Pilgrimage (1872)

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