I don't know, but I did pass through Salisbury recently. On the way to, and back from, the most famous group of stones, Stonehenge. The journey was, fairly eventful.
First, there were the bunch of yobs who boarded the train, swore loudly, and tried to offer those seated nearby some beer. To think their ancestors once wanted to "civilize" the Subcontinent, Africa etc. Then, on the way back, loads more yobs and yobettes and, shockingly, even a German grandma on her cell phone (Yah. Yah. Nooo. Yah!) on what was supposed to be a "quiet car". And the stupid ticketing system, where it is actually cheaper to buy a return journey than a one-way ticket. I fail to see the pricing logic of this software.
Later, sitting at what seemed from the outside to be a great pub, I invoked the Cultural Exception (to staying veggie) rule, to try yet another fish and chips at the King's Head Inn. The chips were clearly of the frozen kind and the waiter cleared my table, gathering crumbs and grease with his bare hands, after serving my food. And the streets were rather busy, especially with young women who were clearly about to continue the famed British tradition of single teenage motherhood, and their loud boyfriends who, no doubt, were looking forward to expedite these aspirations. (I found out there was a music festival of some sort going on)
But it was all made up for by Stonehenge. Yes, a little underwhelming, it is not exactly the Forbidden City. But the very mystery of it shook every pagan bone in my body. Too bad I won't be around for the party on summer solstice.
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