Gargoyle at Salisbury Cathedral. (commons.wickipedia.org)
Here’s another passage from Hilary Mantel’s Wolf Hall, the pageant of Anne Boleyn’s investiture as Henry VIII’s queen:
And looking down on them, those other Londoners, those monsters who live in the air, the city’s uncounted population of stone men and women and beasts, and things that are neither human nor beasts, fanged rabbits and flying hares, four-legged birds and pinioned snakes, imps with bulging eyes and ducks’ bills, men who are wreathed in leaves or have the heads of goats or rams; creatures with knotted coils and leather wings, with hairy ears and cloven feet, horned and roaring, feathered and scaled, some laughing, some singing, some pulling back their lips to show their teeth; lions and friars, donkeys and geese, devils with children crammed into their maws, all chewed up except for their helpless piddling feet; limestone or leaden, metaled or marbled, shrieking and sniggering above the population, hooting and gurning and dry-heaving from buttresses, walls and roofs.
Why can we no longer even think of having such menageries entertaining us from above in our cities? Since when has mankind become so sterile that it cannot bring this to pass?
Architecture Here and There 
I agree. I love this, and I would love to see more sculpture on buildings. Where is this?
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