misericord from the choir in Lincoln Cathedral. It's a lion fighting a dragon. It's amazing how much, well, I don't know quite what to call it, personality? character? individual creativity? medieval artists put into little things that would hardly be seen, isn't it? Lincoln Cathedral, for example, is famous for a small carved imp set WAY high, far beyond where I could actually easily see it.
So, Lincoln. The cathedral and castle stand on a hill, and then there are old shopping streets on the side of the hill. I didn't feel like I had nearly enough time, but that was partly because I didn't just split off from some folks I was with.
You know how when you get a certain number of people together, then suddenly things get way slower. One person needs to use the bathroom, so everyone waits. Then you're about to go, and someone else decides s/he needs to go, too. So you wait. Or one person wants to look at this or that, and another wants to look at something else, and so on. I should have just wandered by myself, because I'm sure I'm as slow as anyone looking at the stuff I want to look at, but also more impatient than most looking at some other things.
For example, I hate shopping for clothes/shoes sort of stuff anyway. And when I say "hate," I mean I HATE. It's torture. So I really, really do not understand why anyone would go somewhere special and cool, somewhere with a castle to see, a cathedral, used bookstores, neat buildings, and look at shoes or blouses or whatever.
It's as unfathomable to me as wanting to dye myself purple.
You can look at shoes any time, in pretty much any medium or larger sized community in most countries! Why would you want to look at dresses when you can walk through Roman ruins?
Now, okay, if you live amongst Roman ruins and cool castles, and you need a pair of shoes, that's understandable.
Clearly, I'm not doing my part for fashion.
I may have to try to go to Lincoln again for a short visit to walk more around. I could easily spend more time in the castle, the cathedral, or just walking up and down the hill to wander the narrow streets (but not to look for blouses!).
Here's a final image (sorry for the tilt; that's me, not the cathedral):