Barbican

The castle has a barbican.

Whilst visiting London, walking in the neighbourhood of the Barbican Centre, I chanced upon a fish and chip shop, where I ordered ravishing fish and chips, wrapped in newspaper. I could get nothing like it back in North America.

In London, my hotel was near the Barbican Centre. A memorable event was eating delicious fish and chips wrapped in newspaper, which back home, North Americans could not replicate. My favourite Brits are Olaf Stapledon and J.R.R. Tolkien, respectively a sci-fi writer and a fantasy writer. I have surveyed the British Isles via satellite imagery, and a really interesting area is southwestern England, where there are quaint towns and hamlets.

The stone part of the drawbridge with its barbican and the bartizans of the gatehouse are in good repair. […] There was a large hidden trapdoor in the floor of the barbican, which would let them into the moat after all.

Two shafts of soft daylight fell across the flagged floor from the high barbacans.