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Travel Theme (Symbol)

Although the Barbican in the City of London had her opening ceremony in 1982 it is arguably the symbol of Brutalist architecture in our fair metropolis and was planned way back in the swinging 60’s.

Designed by Chamberlin, Powell and Bon she is loved (Grade II listed) and reviled (voted London’s worst building, 2003) in equal measure and is certainly an, in your face, experience worthy of investigation and, dare I say, a visit.

I love it (says the child of the 60’s) and would enjoy inhabiting a pied a terre there. Oh, the views from tower apartments.

The following photos were taken on a chill but clear Autumn day back in November.

elevator to the top of the world please (mrscarmichael)
elevator to the top of the world please (mrscarmichael)

The sun and shade a photographer’s dream

lower level apartments (mrscarmichael)
lower level apartments (mrscarmichael)

light through dark

peeping out (mrscarmichael)
peeping out (mrscarmichael)

More symbols over at Where’s my backpack? and my related post Out and About in London Town.

Out and About in London Town

fitting right in (ITV)
if the cap fits (ITV)

Back in October I got tickets for the recording of a TV show (Loose Women) in ITV’s studios on the Southbank and invited my friend, Gracie to accompany me. It was a bit of an adventure, a day out, a moment among the famous and apart from the tube fare, lunch and a tipple absolutely free.

It was quite fun too. We got to see the very good looking, well groomed and suavely dressed Lawson perform Juliet and managed to tolerate a very, very loose Janet Street-Porter cuss and opine.

We, Gracie and I, decided that a day out was a good thing and good things bear repeating. On a monthly basis from here on out.

We will take turns and the only rule: the destination/event/activity must be free.

yes please (mrscarmichael)
yes please (mrscarmichael)

Gracie took me to a pop art exhibition at the Barbican. I like the Barbican and don’t go there enough. I like the Brutalist architecture, the restaurants and the cultural offerings contained within its concrete walls.

The pop art was not much cop on the ground floor but got rather good upstairs. I can’t show you because photography was verboten.

The level of goodness gave us a head rush. We needed food and beverage to withstand the cultural onslaught.

I had the basil (mrscarmichael)
I had the basil (mrscarmichael)

The only downside to this day. Entry was not free. It was £12.00 a head.

In this dog eat Pedigree Chum world of Boris Johnson’s Mensa elite, South Korean school children putting in thirteen hour days and unpaid internships (don’t get me started) I feel the need to inject a competitive edge into the monthly outings.

And view this as a 1:nil to Mrs Carmichael. Soon to be 2:nil.

Tomorrow it’s my turn again and we head to Regent Street and Liberty, the wackiest department store in the whole god damn wide world.

christmas ready (detalliare.com)
christmas ready (detalliare.com)

Yes, of course it’s free. Isn’t that the only rule of the game?

So now, beloved followers I need your help. I want to win. Thinking caps on then, creative minds engaged.

More ideas please. In and around London or indeed further afield.

Fulsome credit will be awarded to all challenges accepted.

Just one more thing. Can we keep this our little secret? Sssssh, lips sealed.