By a kind of logic that says if you post pictures of other people, you must post pictures of yourself, I give you me and my better half in Rye a couple of weeks ago. Thanks to the kindness of strangers who take photos for people on their own phones, and to the photographer lady who made such a good job of this one.
By the way, someone told us that Mermaid Street in Rye, where we’re standing, is the most photographed street in England, for touristic purposes. (No doubt, someone will contest that.)
We stayed at the Mermaid Inn, up that hill, a building that dates back to the 14th century and is built on top of cellars that date back to the eleventh century. You can ask to be shown the cellars, used for wine of course. They’re a little bit spooky, dungeon-like. Rye was rebuilt in the late 14th century, after being burned to the ground by a French raiding party. It’s a fascinating place, not least to think that Shakespeare’s company may have performed or sojourned there. It’s also like a fairground “crooked house”, because everything leans every which way.