All the rooms at Hard Days Night Hotel have Beatles portraits, so we were excited to see which of the boys we'd get. I was hoping for Paul, but who did we get? This guy? We didn't have a clue who this was--it's their manager, Brian Epstein, as it turns out. Guess that's the difference between the luxury suites and the double twin standard rooms...
City centre Christmas lights. I love how Liverpool's 2 biggest tourist attractions, music and football, are used for holiday decorations.
Staircase in Hard Days Night Hotel. I was surrounded by the Beatles at all times and I loved every minute of it!
A little patio area in the hotel
I love the dark plum walls & the mod leather spinning armchair
The flatscreen TV offers Beatles music and Beatles movies on demand (as well as normal TV and new release movies, but why would you watch that here?)
Albert Dock
I feel so at home down by the docks, and I'm a bit worried about what that means...
Hard Days Night Hotel
Beatles Story museum pics:
Sgt. Peppers!
Abbey Road!
Maritime Museum pics:
"You're Eddie, Eddie Howard! We used to work together!"
"I never worked down the docks!"
"That's right, down the docks!"
The photo-op background was in black and white, so it was either this or leave myself in color and look like those greeting cards with little kids and roses...ugh
The tear-jerker at the end of the Beatles Story museum. They play "Imagine" and you see this, and even though this was my second time here, I still choked up...
Liverpool was great, once again. I don't know what it is, but I love that city more than any other place in the world. It's not just the Beatles sights or the guys with Scouse accents (although those are amazing), it's just something about the city. Every time I go back, I feel like I'm going home.
Friday night was pretty chill. We got in around 4, dropped off our bags at the hotel and walked around the city centre. After dinner at Bella Italia, we stopped to listen to Jonathan Walker, the busker I met last year on my first trip to Liverpool. He remembered me, which blew my mind. The guy must meet hundreds of people every weekend, and I only met him the one time. It was so crazy!
We went to a cozy old pub, the Beehive, for a pint. It was very sweet--all decorated for Christmas and most of the customers were older. After that, we went back to the hotel and relaxed and watched "Four Weddings and a Funeral" on BBC. I love that movie!
Saturday we hit the museums on Albert Dock: the Maritime Museum, the International Slavery Museum and the Beatles Story. Even though I'd been before, I still got a kick out of it. They'd also changed things a bit, probably because of Liverpool's 2008 Capitol of Culture event. We had an early dinner and rested before going out for the night.
Just around the corner from our hotel is Mathew Street, the home of the Cavern Club. It's also home to Beatles tourist shops and quite a few other clubs and pubs seeking the tourists. The Cavern Club was amazing--it's been restored, but it felt very authentic and cool. The DJs played a mix of music--some normal dance stuff you'd find in any place but also a few early Beatles songs that absolutely made my night. Dancing to "Twist and Shout" in the Cavern Club...*sigh* The staff and customers were all really friendly. And even though some cameras are flashing, it doesn't feel like the tourist destination it is. People are there to dance and have a good time, just like at other clubs that don't have historical significance.
After the Cavern Club, we looked around for a good club. I wanted to go to Garlands, but the cover charge was pretty high, and I wasn't sure if Nicole would like it. We checked out a few places, but nothing was any good. They either had empty dance floors, hen nights, or older people...I think these clubs rely on the Mathew Street address too much. So, in the end, we went to Garlands. We had an amazing time, met lots of great people and Nicole got some brilliant pics with drag queens. (You'd never guess she was a republican from Texas, haha)
Today we went on the Magical Mystery Tour, a two-hour long bus ride that hits all the Beatles sights in Liverpool's suburbs. First stop was George Harrison's house (and birthplace), which was a very small, two-bedroom rowhouse in what was a poorer neighborhood. Then we went on to Mendips, where John Lennon was raised by his Aunt Mimi and Uncle George. It's in a nicer area--still not fancy, but middle-class. Paul's house wasn't very far away, and that's where they did their practicing and songwriting as teenagers in the front room. John's aunt didn't approve of him going into music (said it was all well and good, but you'd never make a living out of it), but Paul's father was a jazz musician himself, so the McCartneys were fine with the boys working on their music there. We went to St. Peter's church, where John went to church. John and Paul met there in the hall via a mutual friend who took Paul to the Woolton village fete to hear John's band the Quarrymen play. So cool to see where this amazing duo first met! Also cool: seeing Rigby family graves in the cemetery!
We went down Penny Lane, and saw all the things from the song: the bank on the corner, the shelter in the middle of the roundabout, the barber shop. Also went by Strawberry Fields, which was a Salvation Army children's home. Both places were fairly close to their homes, just things they would've seen in day to day life. Ringo's childhood home wasn't too far off, either. Just down the street from his little rowhouse was the Empress pub, which apparently appears on the cover of his first solo album. No offense to Ringo, but I haven't seen/heard it...
Heading back to the city centre, we went by Paul & George's high school, which is right next to John's art college. The tour guide was really good, and it was well worth the price. My guidebook said this tour seemed 'packaged' but I didn't think so.
So, after 2 hours on a bus listening to Beatles songs, a night in a hotel that immersed me in Beatles paraphernalia, and another trip to the Beatles Story, am I sick of the Beatles? I don't think it's possible.
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