A walk around Stratford - Part 3

This is the final installment of my stroll around Stratford-upon-Avon.

This is the Shakespeare Memorial Fountain and Clock Tower, but everyone calls it the American Fountain because it was gifted to the city by an American. Journalist George W. Childs of Philadelphia had it built in 1887 to honor both Shakespeare and Queen Victoria's Golden Jubilee. The fountain no longer has any water.

The dedication plaque and the tiny little access door. I felt a bit like Alice in Wonderland with that door.

I was quite taken with the ornate signage on the Old Bank. The magpie in me quite liked the glittery gold squares.

I walked by the Stratford Hotel again. Perhaps this shot better illustrates the lean of the building.

This is the tree in the garden at Nash's Place that I mentioned in the second part of my Stratford blog. You can almost see how bright the leaves are. That's the theatre's tower peeping through the canopy.

I walked down the street again, catching a snap from the other side of the road. That's the RSC theatre and tower at the end of the road.

I walked back to the riverside and walked along the River Avon on my way back. By this time, more people were out enjoying the beautiful day on the river.

A grand old tree I came across in the park.

A lone swan on the water with some weeping willows in the background makes for a picturesque scene.

This little tree was planted in memory of a woman who enjoyed spending time in the park. I loved its vibrant autumn coloring.

I thought this bush came out of Star Trek. Steve tells me it's a Monkey Puzzle tree.

The leaves are both beautiful and, I suspect, painful.

I thought the bright fall foliage of the memorial tree stood in brilliant contrast to the black veining on the old conifer beyond it.

Another lumpy old tree. Ah the stories it could tell.

A shot back along the river looking at the theatre.

A row of houses across the street from the Memorial Park I shared in an earlier blog. This is about two blocks away from the B&B in which I stayed. And it marks the end of my blog tour of Stratford-upon-Avon.

I definitely want to return to Stratford. Not because I want to visit any of the Shakespeare museums (though I'm not opposed to that idea), but because I simply love walking along its streets. Of all the places I visited during my stay in England, Stratford-upon-Avon is the one place where I wish I could live.