The church hadn’t been on the itinerary, and if not for Richard the tour guide leading us through a gatehouse (once rented and operated by Shakespeare) I would likely never have found the church or even known it was there.

Great St. Barts is one of the oldest churches in England, remarkable for the Norman stonework still in place dating the church back to 1123.

It charges admission to go inside, something that hadn’t been part of the planned trip but that Meg paid for all of us (Thanks Meg!) and given the age and recent costs of restoration that is somewhat understandable.
The mix of stonework was amazing. Old Norman pillars beneath newer construction and arches.

I ended up taking a bit over one hundred pictures in this church alone. It was probably the place in England that felt oldest to me. The Tower was too much of a theme park, the bastions of the wall by the Museum of London looked more like rubble than antiquities, Cambridge had a timeless quality to it as we punted down the River Cam, but Great St. Barts just felt old and it showed its age off brilliantly.
100 photos! I’m so glad Richard brought us here and encouraged us to go in. I agree; a lovely experience in every way.