Word: courtyards
(lookup in dictionary)
(lookup stats)
Dates: all
Sort By: most recent first
(reverse)
...Somerset House, London Daylight skating is delightful in the 18th century courtyard of Somerset House, a onetime royal palace that's now home to the Courtauld Institute of Art, Gilbert Collection and Hermitage Rooms. It's even more spectacular by night, when bright lights and flaming torches illuminate the building's neoclassical facade. Those who want to skip the rink can enjoy hot chocolate or mulled wine and watch the fun from the viewing platforms overlooking the ice. Open until Jan. 30. Adults $21, children $11.50. tel: (44-870) 166 0423; www.somerset-house.org.uk...
...some warmer metropolises beyond the Continent, too) compete to serve up the most spectacular skating for locals and tourists alike. So sharpen your blades and check out one of these fantastic places to practice your figure eights. Somerset House, London Daylight skating is delightful in the 18th century courtyard of Somerset House, a onetime royal palace that's now home to the Courtauld Institute of Art, Gilbert Collection and Hermitage Rooms. It's even more spectacular by night, when bright lights and flaming torches illuminate the building's neoclassical facade. Those who want to skip the rink can enjoy...
Coming home late Wednesday night, I ran into a friend in the Winthrop courtyard. It was cold and very clear. Orion, one of three constellations I can identify, hung in the southwestern sky, his belt and sword bright. We could see our breath. I started to push my friend on the tire swing, and he asked whether I knew “Dover Beach...
...heart,” I said, “but it’s one of my favorite poems.” So he began reciting it as he swept back and forth over the frozen ground of the courtyard, the tire swinging all out of rhythm with the meter—“The sea is calm tonight./ The tide is full, the moon lies fair/ Upon the straits.” My breath made little quick-dissolving clouds in front of my face. Every now and then a car passed on Memorial Drive. Ice had started...
...Winthrop courtyard on Wednesday, as the tire swayed back at me and as I pushed it away again and again, my friend swinging up into the dark of the winter night, he said: “Ah, love, let us be true/ To one another! for the world, which seems/ To lie before us like a land of dreams,/ So various, so beautiful, so new,/ Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light,/ Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain;/ And we are here as on a darkling plain/ Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight,/ Where ignorant...