Now, in popular culture we think of these stone monsters as building guardians, ensuring no evil may trespass church walls. But, and I hate to break it to you all, gargoyles are actually just a beautiful, and sometimes frightening, drainage system: they are essentially elaborate water spouts.
Oxford is full of gargoyles of all sorts: hippos, wrestlers, camels, you name it - I'm inclined to think the city's stonemasons were having a bit of a laugh most of the time. They are a big part of this town's charm.
These little guys keep an eye on me as I walk past the Bodleian library every day on my way to the bus. When I finish at the business school (in just over a week!!!) I'll miss seeing their, errr, leering faces each morning.
3 comments:
Hmm! Who knew! Nice one.
Haha! Great post. I am glad you are nearing the end of that commute. :)
Vancity misses you.
I actually had you in mind when posting the other day. You belong on the Granville Island patio: sipping a martini, watching the rowers, perusing the wares... though, I now know these are all things you can do from Ox as well. Take care of it for us!
i have always loved gargoyles-- turning something useful and necessary into whimsy and art is just great. =D
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