On Sunday, I had to pop into town for a few items which pao asked for and took my camera along for the walk. As I passed under the railway bridge, I saw a red tulip graffitied on the wall
which started me thinking about Project Spectrum. A few steps later, I came upon this quintessential British red phone box:
When I was a small child, all phone boxes looked like this. Sadly, quite a lot of these sturdy red boxes have been taken away and replaced with flimsy plastic models. Even though the boxes look the same, the phones inside have changed quite a lot and now offer internet access and texting. I remember queueing outside a phone booth when I was at University to ring home, actually, to ring anywhere because mobile phones were not in such wide existence then.
Rounding the corner by the train station, I came upon this red pillar box.
I am thankful that some things have stayed the same and that red pillar boxes are still red and pillar boxes.
I crossed over the road bridge and headed into the Dane John Gardens as this is one of my favourite routes into town. I spied the red bandstand:
This is where free outdoor concerts are played in the summer. Christina, the lady who made my bridesmaid’s dresses, plays in some of these concerts and it is quite fun when I spot her. In November, when the Eurofair was in town, Mrs B and I stood in the freezing cold watching the Hungarian fire dancers. We didn’t stay too long as it was freezing. Did I mention how cold it was?
One the houses in the Dane John has this lovely red door:
I have always like the decal in the window – it is of Rupert Bear. I always received a Rupert Bear annual for Christmas when I was little. pao has bought me a couple of the newer ones but I feel that the have dumbed-down and politically-corrected Rupert somewhat which is a bit sad. Mary Tourtel, the creator of Rupert comes from Canterbury and there is a Rupert Bear Museum in town.
As I left the gardens, I saw this no entry sign:
And then I saw lots of pink but that is for another entry. My heart gladdened when I saw my favourite place to eat Cafe Rouge.
I didn’t have time to stop for a delicious Croque Monsieur or a Baguette Rouge (steak in french baguette) with skinny chips. Many a happy hour has been spent there – upstairs there is a black cat painted on the wall. Every time we’ve been upstairs, I’ve been camera-less so I haven’t yet taken a photo of this black cat who does look very Jasperish.
I walked down past the Cathedral and saw this red bag in the window of a shop there:
Finally, I ended up by the Marlowe Theatre where I spied this poster of the production that my friend David was in.
He played the character of Gerald Bolingbroke who could only be described as ‘nice but dim’.
So now I’ve photographed the town red (I know I am so not funny), you’ll just have to wait and see the pinks!