Welcome to Liverpool
This is the sign I saw after disembarking the ship at Liverpool. I didn’t see tangerine trees or marmalade skies, just funny-looking little taxis and gray skies.
Everything in Liverpool is Beatles. The Fab Four Cafe. The Beatles Story Museum. Giant poster in a restaurant window announces the Beatles knock-off band, “The Cheatles.” Bus tours go to Penny Lane (there really is a Penny Lane); to Strawberry Fields and John Lennon’s childhood home. Beatles smile at you from colored t-shirts sold in every shop.
…Penny Lane is in my ears and in my eyes…
Ha, for the longest time I thought Penny Lane was a person, not a street.
We love you Liverpool, but where are the tangerine trees and marmalade skies?
The weather is windy and biting cold in Liverpool. “Not our usual weather for summer,” a Liverpoolian explains. (This is summer?)