Hen parties, street pipers, white mocha, a dinky underground system, a large necropolis… memories of a visit to Glasgow. Unfortunately Dali’s ‘Christ of St John of the Cross’ was on holiday from the Kelvingrove Museum . It had gone to Atlanta, but the Rene Mackintosh exhibition made up for it.
Outside the Episcopal Cathedral the sign read ‘The Scottish Episcopal Church welcomes you,’ but it didn’t welcome us. The doors were firmly locked. (They open between 9am and 9.30am on weekdays, rather like Govan Old Church (St Constantine’s) which is open, we learned, from 9.55am to 10.25am on weekdays.)
However, Glasgow Cathedral (Church of Scotland) made up for all this with a friendly and quirky welcome, and stunning stained glass.
Looking out from a viewing window in the museum celebrating the faiths found in Scotland a statue of John Knox, leading Protestant reformer and fierce denouncer of Catholicism, dominated the skyline.
Glasgow is a city of contrasts, poor housing nestled to luxury hotels, with the grand terraced housing of cosmopolitan Kelvingrove looking over the city.
Kim and Ian