Canterbury
Taking the highway A2 just outside the hotel, located in Whitefield, a suburb of Dover, Canterbury welcomes us after only twenty minutes away. A parking fee that we accept a few pounds.
The old town is beautiful, vital young man. The milestones Marks and Spencer, Boots Tesco and allows us to do some shopping without having to change a €. A pre-packaged products, likely for us Italians, alternate odd semi-edible items, including sweet biscuits, chocolate and orange juice concentrate: do not try to drink it without having it diluted in water!
Cathedral where Thomas Beckett - that of the Canterbury Tales studied in school - was assassinated should be a sort of St. Peter's English. Anglicanism was born here. It is wretched. Its crypt, dark and mysterious scenes reminiscent of medieval even the most skeptical among those who have visited such places.
The Old Town is alien to the town than the cathedral. Have been fires that have destroyed much of what was to be the "Old England", a country really unfortunate because of the fire. Just read the history of London.
the disinterested kindness of its people makes you want to arrange a tour of the island. It will be for next time.
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