It‘s strange how something can become icon in a person’s mind. I have never read Hergé’s “Destination Moon“, but the image of the rocket on the cover has somehow lodged itself firmly in my brain to such an extent that I became very excited to see this shop window display as I was walking up Friar Lane, towards Nottingham Castle or, more accurately, the “Ye Olde Trip to Jerusalem” public house. I suppose it is quite distinctive as far as rockets go, in the same way “The Mallard” or “Flying Scotsman” are distinctive looking steam locomotives, but, in design terms, it also helps that it is a model of a fictitious rocket and its form has not been compromised by the practicalities of space travel! Hergé’s “Destination Moon” was published in 1953, predating Nasa’s Apollo Program by 8 years and the Moon landings by 16 years.
Joe’s Store is well worth a visit [I retraced my steps back to the shop the next day]… if you’re fan of Tintin.
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This depiction of the Hat Hatter’s tea party is by a Bristol based illustrator’s social group called Brillustration and I hope they are still cheering up the shop windows along Park Street, despite Blackwell’s Bookshop relocating since my last visit to Bristol [if this article in the Bristol Post is to be believed].
I have never read “Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland” by Lewis Carroll, but of course I’m aware of most of the key features of the plot and I have occasionally found myself, coincidently, following in the author’s footsteps [Lewis Carroll and I have the dodo from the Oxford University Museum of Natural History in common for example].
I suppose that is what makes something iconic – when you get recognition with the bare minimum of effort!
Leaving the train at York is always a feast for the eyes.I usually cross the station using the footbridge, so I can admire one of the great “cathedrals of the Railway Age” [to borrow a phrase a website called “Railway Architecture of North East England“] and take everything in. Then I usually turn left when I leave the station, onto Station Road, passed the waiting taxi cabs and face my first York landmark, The Royal York Hotel, a Grade II listed building designed by William Peachey of the North Eastern Railway. The hotel opened in 1878, a year after the present railway station, and was the flagship hotel for the North Eastern Railway Company’s flagship hotel, according to a certain on-line encyclopaedia.
I can’t say I have notice The Royal York Hotel’s window boxes in the past, but they must have looked particularly charming on this particular occasion [either that or I wasn’t rushing passed then in a hurry to get somewhere for once]!
To quote from the pubs website, “Seamus O’Donnell’s is reassuringly and unashamedly old-fashioned” and I got that impression as I walked passed. The windows were filled with an impressive collection of empty bottles, punctuated by old cameras.
I’m not a camera expert, I don’t even consider myself, with my digital camera, a proficient photographer, but all cameras have features in common and the examples in the window definitely had lenses!