The Sixty-Fifth Day: Liverpool, part three

Sunday, April 13

Today was our last day in Liverpool. Tony Evans picked us up from Shelagh's, and we set out to see the Beatles Museum! (Yes, this was MY request. Chris couldn't care less.)

The stage of the Cavern Club in Liverpool. Tony Evans (Chris's Godfather) saw the Beatles perform here after they returned from Hamburg Germany. For my generation, that's a huge part of history, but for Tony's generation, that's just a part of life! That's what you did, you know? You saw shows at the Cavern Club on Friday nights. Amazing.

Multiple TV screens showing Beatlemania footage. I would have been one of those girls. 

"Eleanor Rigby died in the church and was buried along with her name. Nobody came." 

Lennon's famed gold-rimmed glasses. Everyone wanted a pair of these way-back-when. Jill says she remembers you could buy a cheaper pair of gold-rimmed sunglasses, and pop out the lenses, then they'd look like John's! 

"Imagine all the people living life in peace." 

After the Beatles Museum, we walked around the Albert Docks. 

A candy store had this in their window. New life goal: Make a jelly-belly portrait. Brock, let's do this! 

These were all around the city. The Liverpool Lambanana. Just what it sounds like. A lamb and a banana. I don't get it. 

That building on the left is the Royal Liver Building. Home to two of the famous Liver Birds, a mating pair. The female faces the sea to protect the sailors, and the male faces the town, to protect their families (or to scout out good pubs, depending on who you ask.)  Popular local legend holds that if an honest man and virgin woman were to fall in love at the Liver Building, the two Liver Birds would come to life and fly away, and the city of Liverpool would cease to exist. Liverpudlians are weird. ;)  

That red boat is home to the pirate radio station Radio Caroline, which was the "cool" radio station to listen to in the 60s. I'm imagining DJs similar to Wolfman Jack.  Jill first heard Bob Dylan on Radio Caroline.

"Ferry 'cross the Mersey, and always take me there, the place I love." 

We were thinking about taking the ferry across the Mersey River, but it was so windy and cold. It would have been miserable. But I got a picture of it so I could post the song lyrics. Haha. 

Then I begged to see Penny Lane, and though everyone was sufficiently "Beatled Out" by that point, they indulged me.

The Firestation near Penny Lane.
"In Penny Lane there is a fireman with an hour glass, and in his pocket is a portrait of the Queen."

"He likes to keep his fire engine clean. It's a clean machine!"  

"Behind the shelter in the middle of a roundabout, a pretty nurse is selling poppies from a tray."
The 'shelter' has since been converted to Sgt. Peppers Bistro, which is now out of business. 

"Penny Lane is in my ears and in my eyes."  

"There beneath the blue suburban skies I sit, and meanwhile back."

"In Penny Lane there is a barber sharing photographs of every head he's had the pleasure to know. And all the people that come and go, stop and say hello."

After a really busy weekend, Tony Evans took us to the train station. On the way, we stopped to see the Palm House in Sefton Park. Gorgeous!

Once we got on the train, which was packed to the brim with drunken celebratory Liverpool supporters, we made the long journey back to London.  Chris snapped this photo from the 'loo.

Bahaha. Things are funny here.

Cheers!

Kami & Chris, the Pseudo-Londoners