A few views from atop the Old Town Hall in Prague.
Postman’s Park, a quiet and peaceful space in London, a former churchyard, (there are several tombstones stacked up against the walls), and called so because it was a favourite lunchtime garden of workers from the General Post Office, and people still eat their lunch there. Inside you’ll see plenty of trees, a fountain in the centre of a small pond that contains fish, (Koi, I think), a sundial, and tucked in a corner, almost hidden, a memorial to some people who died trying to save others. There are those who sacrificed themselves to save family members, often a younger sibling, or a friend, but there’s quite a few there that perished attempting to save complete strangers.
The descriptions of how they died seem strange at first, a bit archaic, though most of these events happened a relatively short time ago. It’s interesting to see how much our language has changed, but doesn’t distract from the stories or their sadness and tragedy.
Honestly, I’m not try to spam you with photo’s with a Harry Potter theme, I scoured through my photo’s looking for something else, but my mind kept going back to when I saw the challenge and the first thing that came to mind was the Harry Potter Studio Tour a couple of years ago.
After a half hour, (?), queue where we passed by a small set of Harry’s bed under the stairs which gathered a bit of attention, we finally entered a cinema where we watched a 10 minute video about the movies. I can’t remember much about it as I was distracted by the walls surrounding the large screen. I recognised it from the movies, and I wasn’t the only one. When the film was over the screen went up, and there was the door, the door that so many of us wished we could have seen at age 11. Immediately everyone in that room knew what lay ahead, a number of people even gasped, and I saw heads bob up a few times, perhaps a bit too eager to enter through the door, but then it was something they had been waiting to do for a few years.
The anticipation in that room was palpable, everyone was eager to pass through. When it came time to leave our seats and walk towards the doors some held back a bit, perhaps a bit afraid of a great disappointment when those doors would finally open, thinking perhaps they’d made a huge mistake in building up this moment to such an expectation that could not be fulfilled. Fans of Harry Potter are nothing if not passionate.
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