Day of departure. It's not one of my favorites. Nicole quite the first at 4h40 in the night and we leaved at 9h30.
But if it’s to go to Liverpool, that’s a comfort. My only fear was carrying my luggage. It's big and heavy. And, as I get older, it seems even bigger and heavier. And to make matters worse, the telescopic handle broke as soon as I arrived at Victoria Station. Well that confirmed my decision to take a taxi from Liverpool station to my hotel.
As soon as I got my room, I went for lunch. I felt so free without my baggage. Phew! I walked to the center and passed the Bluecoat Gallery. This reminded me that I had already gone there for lunch with Gabriel, in 2014. So I went back.
After lunch, I visited the Gallery. I saw Michelle Williams Gamaker’s exhibition: Our Mountains are Painted on Glass.
Michelle Williams Gamaker is a British-Sri Lankan artist who explores race, identity, her love of cinema and the power of storytelling. The exhibition was therefore a mixture of techniques.
My goal today was to find the Brian Epstein statue. I found it and made my way down Matthew Street. The surrounding streets were very lively. I didn't go down to the Cavern, to save it for tomorrow. I took a walk to explore my neighborhood.
I came back to my hotel to relax and take a shower before going out to dinner.
In the hotel lobby they offered an aperitif, wine or beer at our convenience. Very nice touch.
For dinner I went to Villa Romana. It was a very moving memory. I was there 24 years ago with Marcel, on our first trip to Liverpool. It was a moment where I would have loved him to be there with me.
After dinner, I couldn't go straight back to my hotel. I needed to walk because my stomach was pretty full. At night, the area is bustling with nightlife and bars. The kind of place Chantal would have run to.
I got home early, a little before nine, with 13,010 steps on the clock. Not so bad since I was in transport most of the day.
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