|on the summer boardwalk by the Thames "beach"|
We had a full, busy day yesterday, here in London. After a hearty English breakfast here at the hotel, we headed off to the Tate Modern to check out the Miró exhibition. More on this later, I hope, but for now let me just say that Pater and I struggled to reconcile the Miró we had recently seen at Paris' Maillol Museum (primarily a joyful sculptor, painter, and ceramicist) with this much more tortured man whose sculptures were confined to one room out of 12 or 13, and whose ceramics got barely a footnote. We're both completely intrigued by the man and looking to spend more time comparing the two catalogues, perhaps find a good biography to read. And we're so grateful to have had the opportunity to spend time with so many of his works in a short time -- what a difference it makes to see the brushstrokes on a painting, to contemplate a large work up close, from various angles, stepping back for a different perspective.
|Londoners and tourists enjoying the summer atmosphere|
|More sunshine today, but no beach on Brompton Road . . .|
|Everything looks better in sunshine, but I bet this pink and red Cheval house is charming in all seasons|
|I can't help it: as soon as I saw these kids playing in the water, I thought of bringing Nola here one day.|
So . . . You've heard that expression: All dressed up and no place to go? Suddenly, that was us. And with only 6 free show-going nights in London, one of them was now blown.
|And there's Pater, looking good in his newlinen jacket, perfect for this heat (and so much better than the black cashmere he's been having to wear out for dinner -- remember, we packed for a normal April and it's averaged 9 degrees C. higher!|
So now we're in our room getting ready to head down to St. Martin's for a concert, it being Friday, April 22nd and all. We've had a brilliant day at the V&A -- Yamamoto's clothes, the Aesthetes paintings and furniture and rooms and clothing, lunch in a room decorated by William Morris. Good Friday service sung in Latin at Brompton Oratory for some glorious solemnity. And 24 degrees of constant sunshine, less solemn, equally glorious. Yes, it's definitely all good.