As I mentioned million times recently, the 4th of May was my birthday and I decided that I wanted to go to Liverpool for the day. I had never been (much to the dismay of my neighbour who is from Liverpool and has been telling me for 14 years to go there… I do listen eventually) and since I wanted to do something, I thought why not.
We decided on the sensible course of action and took the train, better for the environment, better for sanity (the M6 around Birmingham is hell any day of the week) and with a family railcard also a lot cheaper (on this trip we saved 50%, neat).
The first thing that struck me coming out of Liverpool Lime Street was the epic scale of the buildings. Someone once told me that Liverpool is a London in the North of England and I can see now why. Pillars, columns, statues, little parks, grand street and small alleys and buildings from all stages of history. A sight to behold for sure (even though, you have to remember where the money came from to fund all of this, slavery and exploitation of an Empire).
We first went to the Walker Gallery and my husband would have gladly stayed all the day, inspiration for him was lurking around every corner. A nice little treat for me were found in the modernist room, I had no idea that a couple of paintings were to be found here that I had wanted to see in the “flesh” for some time.
Lunch was had at Casa Italia and it was the absolutely perfect pick: It hails back to the 70ies and has the vibe of German Italian restaurants, which made me incredibly happy.
A walk through the streets down to the docks and the Museum of Liverpool, Tate Gallery and RIBA Gallery completed the day. Much art, much food and the soul was filled again.
The plan is to do more of these mini adventures: Hope on a train, travel, explore and then come back home. It oddly felt like a proper break and was the best birthday present I could give myself.