The rose gardens at Hyde Park at their glorious best
The walk from Victoria station to Paddington Station took a bit longer than 1/2 an hour with packs on and we had to sustain ourselves with coffee and ice deals at the Serpentine while crossing the park.
Classic taxi through town to the various Tates for the afternoon
Constructivist exhibition a fave.
Main special exhibition that I booked for, Ellen Gallagher, was really impressive in its obsessive volume and detail and wide ranging techniques and media. The first work I've seen so far though that actually looked more interesting in books than the real thing.
Crossed back over the Millennium bridge ( now deemed safe) and had a quick look at St. Paul's Cathedral.
Brisk-ish walk to meet for pre theatre dinner opposite Duke of York theatre in St Martins Lane. The play we saw, Passion Play, was brilliantly, darkly witty and played both with the emotions and with dramatic delivery; each character has a double on stage who takes the role of their 'inner voice' creating a complex web of interactions as the tragic dissolving of a marriage plays out. Kind of grim, no happy endings.
Paddington looking more glam at night.
Goodbye for a week or so London. The overnight sleeper cars with narrow cot-like bunks didn't hold much promise for passion play, although we did promise to love each other to the end of the earth... well, we would wake up at the Land's End, In Cornwall.
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