We felt welcome, indeed.
This was the chocolate bar we ate with much rejoicing.
The street Dawn lives on.
Another part of Castlemilk.
I was just wishing that our window would open this widely.
This is the church building in Castlemilk.
And the inside.
Reuniting with friends at West Mains.
Caroline and I, in her kitchen.
This is a random street in Glasgow; we got off the underground and were just walking along.
A kilt shop, one of many.
The St. George's Cross underground station. ("Cross" in this sense refers to a major intersection.) You can't really see it in this picture, but there was water under the rails, and in fact it was
running water-- we could hear it at every station.
The Scotland Street school museum, which was an operating school until about 30 years ago. Schools of the early- to mid- 1900s had separate entrances for boys and girls (this one also had one for infants-- usually the first year or two of elementary school), and if I'm not mistaken, I believe that was common practise in the States at that time as well.
A Glaswegian school bus.
A look up one of the busiest streets in the city centre. We were in the second story of Pizza Hut when I took this picture. The red bus on the left is one of the open-topped tour buses, but since it was really rainy that day, all the tourists were crammed into the small covered bit at the front. I thought if they really wanted to experience Glasgow, they would have just sat in the rain, but oddly enough none of them asked my opinion.
A Scottish police car.
So we were walking up the street and I spotted this and said, "Oh! Brilliant! Doctor Who is here!" This is in fact an old-style police box; people can go to one of these and call the nearest police station if need be. This one, obviously, is no longer a functioning police box, but is in fact a very small coffee shop. There are still some of the old ones around, still working, though.
And this is a more modern police box.
This is Buchanan Street, in the pedestrian section of the city centre. A lot of the more posh shops will be found on this street. The building at the very top of the street (and I mean that literally-- it is a pretty steep hill) is a really nice mall. The screen on the front of the building, at the top, is mostly for adverts and that sort of thing, but it can be seen all the way from Castlemilk, several miles away.
This is one of the gardens in King's Park.
And another one.
A view of the city, with the mountains in the background, from the Viewpoint in Queen's Park.
Swans in the park.
And one very cute seagull.
If .899 sounds like a cheap price for gas to you, remember you have to multiply by 1.89 to convert from pounds to dollars, and then by 3.78 to get the price per gallon instead of per litre. Yes, that's right, gasoline is sold by the litre in the UK, and also in most of the rest of the world, I think.
Stoplights in the UK, when changing from green to red, go green-yellow-red as ours do, but when changing back, the yellow comes on at the same time as the red, before both go out and the green comes on. I'm not sure about the reason for this, although I would guess it's because most cars in the UK are standard, not automatic, and the yellow light is a signal to put the car back in gear.
The Scottish flag on top of a church. The "X" is called St. Andrew's cross, St. Andrew being the patron saint of Scotland, and apparently he was executed upon an X-shaped cross.
We felt welcome, indeed.
This was the chocolate bar we ate with much rejoicing.
The street Dawn lives on.
Another part of Castlemilk.
I was just wishing that our window would open this widely.
This is the church building in Castlemilk.
And the inside.
Reuniting with friends at West Mains.
Caroline and I, in her kitchen.
This is a random street in Glasgow; we got off the underground and were just walking along.
A kilt shop, one of many.
The St. George's Cross underground station. ("Cross" in this sense refers to a major intersection.) You can't really see it in this picture, but there was water under the rails, and in fact it was running water-- we could hear it at every station.
The Scotland Street school museum, which was an operating school until about 30 years ago. Schools of the early- to mid- 1900s had separate entrances for boys and girls (this one also had one for infants-- usually the first year or two of elementary school), and if I'm not mistaken, I believe that was common practise in the States at that time as well.
A Glaswegian school bus.
A look up one of the busiest streets in the city centre. We were in the second story of Pizza Hut when I took this picture. The red bus on the left is one of the open-topped tour buses, but since it was really rainy that day, all the tourists were crammed into the small covered bit at the front. I thought if they really wanted to experience Glasgow, they would have just sat in the rain, but oddly enough none of them asked my opinion.
A Scottish police car.
So we were walking up the street and I spotted this and said, "Oh! Brilliant! Doctor Who is here!" This is in fact an old-style police box; people can go to one of these and call the nearest police station if need be. This one, obviously, is no longer a functioning police box, but is in fact a very small coffee shop. There are still some of the old ones around, still working, though.
And this is a more modern police box.
This is Buchanan Street, in the pedestrian section of the city centre. A lot of the more posh shops will be found on this street. The building at the very top of the street (and I mean that literally-- it is a pretty steep hill) is a really nice mall. The screen on the front of the building, at the top, is mostly for adverts and that sort of thing, but it can be seen all the way from Castlemilk, several miles away.
This is one of the gardens in King's Park.
And another one.
A view of the city, with the mountains in the background, from the Viewpoint in Queen's Park.
Swans in the park.
And one very cute seagull.
If .899 sounds like a cheap price for gas to you, remember you have to multiply by 1.89 to convert from pounds to dollars, and then by 3.78 to get the price per gallon instead of per litre. Yes, that's right, gasoline is sold by the litre in the UK, and also in most of the rest of the world, I think.
Stoplights in the UK, when changing from green to red, go green-yellow-red as ours do, but when changing back, the yellow comes on at the same time as the red, before both go out and the green comes on. I'm not sure about the reason for this, although I would guess it's because most cars in the UK are standard, not automatic, and the yellow light is a signal to put the car back in gear.
The Scottish flag on top of a church. The "X" is called St. Andrew's cross, St. Andrew being the patron saint of Scotland, and apparently he was executed upon an X-shaped cross.
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