Category Archives: Of walls and men
Domino thoughts: I wonder if the discourse of the real estate agents trying to sell or rent the place changed since the blue plaque was put up there. I wonder if English literature students are favoured. Besides films, of course.
On the corner of Museum Street and New Oxford Street you’ll come across what looks like a Banksy, although his gallery would say otherwise. Judging by the number of unimpressed tourists and grinning photographers flexing their muscles at the scene, this is not much of a discovery. But there’s something appealing about the hunt for street art in a city where the walls have so many stories to tell.
Tip: Hurry before the Grenadier is peeling off. For good. And the message – irremediably altered.
There is a garden square, a hotel, and a tube station. There are also a dozen other buildings and places by the name of ‘Russell’ in Bloomsbury. The fact that Bertrand Russell lived in this neighborhood is not pure coincidence. The square was named after the Earls and Dukes of Bedford, also known as Russells. Our mutual friend was related to them.
Bury Place is just off the drag of Bloomsbury Way, and south of touristy Great Russel Street. Given the hectic surrounding streets, Bury is surprisingly quiet on a Saturday afternoon. As if people want to keep it peaceful for its illustrious past resident.