A spontaneous day-trip, back in time – the kind that would make my high school English teachers swoon. The Canterbury of Chaucer’s Canterbury Tales, our very own “pilgrimage.”
Canterbury is about an hour and a half drive from us in Cambridge; it’s also possible to take the train direct from London. That being said, I’ve barely ever heard it mentioned. Certainly it wasn’t on any bucket-list of ours. Really, only convenience and a burning desire to explore somewhere brought us there. But I *loved* it.
The entire town – it’s just so charming. Maybe it’s the soft purple of the wisteria, draping the entire town. The winding river. The thousand year old streets. We had a perfect day, walking around, wandering the cathedral (we did see the original shrine to St. Thomas Becket, a la the Canterbury Tales pilgrims!), touring the Canterbury Tales exhibit (of course, we HAD to), dining on the river. And to top it all off, we had the most delicious hot chocolate, whipped cream and all.
In Europe, sometimes, there’s pressure to get on airplane. Go to this city, to that city. See it all. Sometimes, it’s easy to forget about the adventures right here. Always, it’s wonderful to rediscover them.