Saturday, February 2, 2013
Early this sunny morning, we set out as "Day Trippers" to the home of The Beatles: Liverpool. From dawn until dusk, we roamed the streets exploring Liverpool's history and "history" from the peaceful graveyard gardens
to the kitschy Liverpool Cathedral.
Notice the large neon sign underneath, what appears to be, the gothic, stained glass window. Let's play a game of trivia:
When was the Liverpool Cathedral built?
Answer: C. Of course it was the 70's.
I thought only the States built fake, gothic-style Cathedrals, but Liverpool proved me wrong. To be fair, the Cathedral was quite beautiful with lofty ceilings and grand architecture, and while we sat, a boys choir sang , their voices echoing through the vast halls. But the building is hardly a church; it is a tourist attraction with a built-in café and gift shop. When we left, we stumbled in a weird 70's daze with expressions that read, did that really just happen?
But not everything bad came from the 70's. In fact, the 60's and 70's are the only reason Liverpool is no longer a lower-class, industrial city, but now a thriving tourist hot-spot. So despite the disappointing detour at the Cathedral, Liverpool redeemed itself.
For 2 hours, we wandered the winding halls of The Beatles Museum, following the lives of the Fab 4 as they changed the music industry in less than a decade and became the most successful band in the history of bands, and from there, we visited the The Cavern Club—the venue on Mathews Street where The Beatles played roughly 292 shows including the show that brought them to fame.
To walk down the same cobblestone streets that this iconic band once walked down and to stand outside their personal club, I came to the realization that I too would have been one of those crazed fan girls who screamed and fainted in the mere presence of a Beatle—yes, I suppose I would have, and I'm not ashamed to admit it.
At the end of the day, although Liverpool satisfied my obsession with The Beatles, I was content to be a "Day Tripper" as I longed for my warm bed back in York and an authentic Cathedral standing above my head.
at 5:17 PM