Blackpool - the queen of the west coast. This is one place you must visit, if you are visiting the west coast of England. Mind you, Liverpool is as beautiful and old-worldish, but much more commercial. This I suppose is understandable because of the importance of Liverpool in English maritime folklore.
India, seems so far away, when we see the orderliness and pristine purity associated with nature, in places such as Blackpool - society is held responsible for maintaining the beauty of an amazing place. "Blackpool is 30" implies that you can see little cars purring away behind one another at 30 miles an hour, to ensure that pedestrians and trams get leeway when they should, and who needs loud ferraris in a seaside resort anyway?
The Blackpool tower - mighty enough to rival the Eifel tower, the promenade - a sea-facing stretch of sandy beach,lined with grassy walking tracks and the longest sea facing line of little cottages I have seen, makes Blackpool a place ideally situated to take the weight off your leaden feet. Pity I can't be here longer. Maybe next time, I get a client here, I can do more, see more and perhaps live more of my life.
There are several hotels in Blackpool, and I have stayed in two of them - The De Vere - a divine pearl lining the string of gems making up hospitality chain, and the Hilton - up to hilt in executive types. Mind you, both cater to different tastes, but the cut and dry method of hospitality practiced by the larger chains sometimes does make you wonder about questions such as 'Why?','How?' etc.
Finally, an ode to the beauty of this beautiful little town -
The gentle sea, murmers to me
A silent breeze whispers its breath
A wandering sea-gull's shrill cry
Overwhelmed, it escapes me- a gentle sigh
Blackpool, at journey's end, has won my heart
I wish in vain, for it all, again to start
Tuesday, March 21, 2006
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