Approaching Windsor by the Thames...
...or by land
Saturday street market in the shadow of the Queen's home.
Fresh baked goods everywhere!
Cobblestone streets give rise to cafes.
The tourist photo...the flag coming out of my hat signifies that Her Madge is in residence at the castle. However, at £16.50 ($27.25) per person, we passed on getting any closer than this to her apartments.
He may have had trouble speaking but George sure promoted letter writing by emblazoning his name on a lot of post boxes.
A visit to the Thames Riverfront not only was a live with swans...but
...it showed us that there was life on the other side of the river. This is the Eton College boathouse.
Eton proved to be a much more quaint town and a real town and not a tourist trap as its neighbor across the river. Windsor is one souvenir store after another but Eton is real shops...clothing, antiques, art galleries, real restaurants and not just fish and chip spots and Burger King...being the home of the college has obviously had an impact on the town. I thoroughly enjoyed my three hours in Eton.
The Eton College Chapel...you can see Windsor Castle in the last dip in the trees on the left.
Playing a pick up game of football in the shadow of history.
Founded in 1440 by King Henry VI, Eton's traditional student dress continues today. Nineteen British Prime Ministers have been Eton graduates, including the current one: David Cameron.
The Chapel
I have to admit I am intrigued by the elitist world (even though at times I am revolted by it)...heck I have made a life long career of educating their children. But the white cricket uniforms on a field of rich green grass does conjure up a certain sense of confidence.
If you ever have an opportunity to visit the Windsor/Eton area...be sure to spend time in Eton...it is much more satisfying.
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