The Sixty-Fourth Day: Liverpool, part two

Saturday, April 12:

We took a walk in the morning through the key park in Shelagh's neighborhood. 

When Chris saw this, he said "Oh, Kam, look! It's like that thing at the end of Splash Mountain!"
"A... briar patch?" "Hey, you should just be glad I know the name of Splash Mountain."

Then, we met up with Tony and Hillary Evans, Chris's Godparents. They drove us around the city.

I think this is the church Jill and Tony went to as kids? If I'm wrong, hey, I took a lot of photos of churches.  

We saw Anfield Stadium, home of Liverpool F.C., where there was a memorial for the Hillsborough 96, which happened the same weekend, 25 years ago. The Hillsborough disaster, on the 15th of April 1989, was basically a "human-crush" (blamed on the police for letting too many people into the stadium) which resulted in the deaths of 96 people and serious injury to over 700 others. It's still considered one of the worst stadium-related disasters in history. 

And then we visited Goodison Park, home of Everton F.C. (Tony and Chris's team.) Don't tell Uncle Tom, though. He's a Liverpudlian through and through. 

We visited the two cathedrals in downtown Liverpool. First, the Catholic Metropolitan Cathedral of Christ the King. 

That big chandelier is representative of the Crown of Thorns. 

View from the steps of the Catholic Cathedral.
At the end of the road is the Church of England Cathedral,
named Cathedral Church of the Risen Christ.

We stopped into the Philharmonic for a drink. This was a pub that everyone frequented in their hey-days. 

Me, Chris, Hillary, and Tony.

The Liver Bird, a mythical symbol of the city of Liverpool. 

This old church got bombed during the war. The whole inside is bombed out. Really interesting.

Part of the University of Liverpool, Tony's Alma Mater. 

There's the engineering building, where Tony spent all his days at Uni.

 Then, we spent sunset at the beach with the Gormley statues.

I asked Chris to take a picture of me, and ran to the right spot, without looking where I was walking. 

I sank about six inches into the oily mud.  

Miserable. And cold. 

But the sunset was lovely, so that made up for it. That, and the warm shower and hot chocolate I had when we got back to Shelagh's. 

Cheers!

Kami & Chris, the Pseudo-Londoners