Sunday in Liverpool is like Sunday in any other city in the world: eerily quiet until, sometime after noon, the city springs to life. I can’t claim that I was any different, as it wasn’t until nearly midday when I awoke from my jet lag-induced slumber.
I caught a taxi and headed straight to the Georgian Quarter, the very walkable area on and around Hope Street that’s home to Liverpool Cathedral and Metropolitan Cathedral of Christ the King. I started at the Catholic cathedral first, as it was an easy jumping off point for my taxi to leave me at.
Next, I needed some caffeine in me as it was noon and I was operating six hours behind schedule on Central Standard Time. And if you know anything about me at all, it’s that 6am is an hour when I’m more often awake from the night before than I am preparing for the day ahead (mainly because insomnia? I’ve got it).
Caffeine drip acquired, I meandered on down to one of Liverpool’s most prominent buildings, the fifth largest cathedral in the world and the United Kingdom’s biggest of its kind at more than 100,000 square feet. I didn’t read up on Liverpool Cathedral until after my trip there when I gleaned that one should head up the tower for panoramics of the city (visitors are even encouraged to #tweetfromthetower, and you know how I hate to miss a social media opportunity!).
This isn’t an area that’s visibly marked so you must go in search of it, which is how I missed it, obviously. Regardless, I felt like I still got a feel for the vast nature of this building that survived two world wars, both its scale and expansive space.
Liverpool Cathedral is free to enter, as are many of the local attractions. They do, however, ask for a three-pound donation to keep the facilities intact.
If I hadn’t been on such a tight schedule—two-and-a-half days is not nearly enough days in such a vibrant city with so many charming neighborhoods and pockets of culture—I would have stayed here all day and people watched. I did witness a father and daughter take in the awe-inspiring sight together, and it nearly moved me to tears.
My taxi driver that morning had given me a couple great recommendations for places to visit, one of which was Liverpool One Bridewell, a famous jailhouse in Campbell Square that had been converted into a pub.
And as I am one never to pass up on anything with a theme, obviously that became the goal for my day: get thee to the Bridewell for lunch!
Most notably, Charles Dickens paid the Bridewell a visit back in the 1860s while researching for one of his many novels and was given the title of Special Constable. Though it’s tucked away off the main drag so you won’t just stumble upon it if you aren’t seeking it out, the Bridewell is just a 10-minute walk down from Hope Street. Even at 2pm, they were still serving lunch, so I popped in and took a peek around the old cells, which now house tables for special events and reservations, before settling in at a high top out front.
Everything on the menu looked good, and I was immediately drawn to the curry—again, when in Britain, right?—but Scouse is what Liverpool is known for, so Scouse is what I ordered.
Oh, and a pint of Titanic Plum Porter. Who am I to say no to local beer—especially when it has plum in the name?
Nine pounds (the currency, that is) and a full belly later, and I was off to the waterfront for a little more exploration.