Going like the clappers

(An English expression meaning going very fast or very hard, and in this case a pun as the bell is struck by a clapper.)  I am, as you know, addicted to puns. The thick part of the rope that the ringers grip is called the sally, so when Bon goes ringing I always ask her to pass on my regards to Sally Pullar.

Trinity Wall Street was in the shadow of the Twin Towers, and while Bonnie was ringing I walked over to the site of the crime.  It is amazing how much survived.  The other distinction is that it is the only peal of 12 bells in North America.  It was only installed 3 years ago thanks to a generous benefactor.

Notice the box Bonnie is standing on.  She had some issues with US Customs when she imported it.  No, not really, I am joking.  The tower captain in Wilby where she regularly rings posted it over.  Bell ringers need to be particularly careful about personal freshness, as you can see.

It's a pity really that all the pics are of the ringing chamber, which is about half way up the tower.  It was dark, so I guess images of Wall Street and the NYSE wouldn't have been much fun.  But I can finally tell people that I am married to a big noise in the NY Financial District.

Afterwards we needed good Italian food and a glass of fermented grape juice to restore our strength.  After all this exertion, tomorrow we're off to the Frick and the Museum of Natural History.  Following that I plan to eat at one of the fine ethnic restaurants on the Upper West Side.  Pics of the museum displays will not be allowed, so you'll have to be contented with my waffle.