Winchester-- July 3--London
[Ima
and her party visit Winchester Cathedral.]
The Cathedral: Refer myself for details to Baedecker . But
it seems irreverent for curious eyes to gaze at this solemn monument to the
genius of so many ages of religious feeling--It makes me feel like a barbarian
.... walked over the resting place of Jane Austen. I had many thrills of awe to
find myself near the tombs of the great as long back as the 11th century! I
believe for the first time I know what History means! It was chillingly cold in
the church raining outside, so I dared not linger afterwards as I longed to do.
July 4th --London
Arrived yesterday morning with much the same feeling as
approaching N.Y. --Don’t care for the City--yet. Although I am longing to get
into Westminster & the Art Galleries. Spent the day loafing--all of us
tired. Went to Cook, got an umbrella & felt my way about all alone in
town. Lunched at a queer place--just anywhere--and found my companions of the
cab driver class! Nice things to eat, but interested to find them eating with a
fork & spoon--did not give me a knife! Came home to find Mrs. Thompson had
got seats for the Opera at Covent Garden. Dressed in our much wrinkled finery,
but after we were there--who cares? Caruso & Melba with a good cast gave us
La Boheme (Puccini’s). The tier after tier of boxes were filled with coronets
and handsome gowns, few lovely faces. The Royal Box has two hideous very
ordinary women in it. . . .
Was
Ima a bit of a snob?
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