Windsor

This morning we used our BritRail passes for the first time and went to Windsor Castle, the home of the Queen. Winsor is grand and imposing - as intimidating as it was built to be. It is the largest occupied castle in the world, inhabited for almost 1,000 years. Winsor was originally built by William the Conqueror. Being a desendant of William and all the Plantagenants you would think I would be allowed into the private residence, but no. I couldn't even take pictures inside.











Edward IV, Henry VI, Henry VIII, Charles I, George III, George IV, William IV, Edward VII, George V and George VI are all buried here, in St. George's Chapel. Henry VIII is buried with Jane Seymoure. As a queen she did two things right. She had a son, and then died before she could make him angry.





I love the Tudor details in the older part of the fortess, especially the chimneys.





Across from the chapel I found this van. It's a pretty funky logo for an electrical, mechanical, and building services company.



Tonight there was a birthday party for Princess Beatrice at Winsor, so they kicked out the common rabble. Outside the gates is the town of Windsor with Eaton nearby.



There are signs everywhere in England, so many more than in the US. I find them endlessly fascinating. Here are a few I particulaly liked here.







With all its grandeur, I found Windsor cold and foreboding. It wasn't a comfortable place to be, especially inside. I can't imagine living like this. I'll take my little craftsman house any day.