I had a wonderful middle Sunday! So nice in fact that I’m thinking about taking another morning of afternoon off and going into London again.
I had planned to go to Leeds Castle, but when I arrived at Victoria Station, and saw a huge line snaking back and forth reminding me of going through airport security, I gave up on it, refusing to do anything even slightly difficult or stressful on my day off.
Instead, I decided to check out the Queens Gallery at Buckingham Palace, as it is just a short walk from the station. When I saw what the current exhibit was, I knew I had made the right decision. Victoria and Albert, Art and Love. Fabulous. This is the perfect venue for this type of show. The space is beautiful, actually part of the palace, and is small and intimate.
Victoria and Albert were prolific and excited collectors and patrons of the arts. Including, painting, dance, opera, theatre, and music. They both played the piano well, and Albert also was known to be quite a good composer. One of the pianos from their palace was in the exhibit. A very, grand one, covered in gold leaf. They were also among the first of their generation to become patrons of the new art of photography and commissioned hundreds of photographs of family and friends. There was also one of Victoria’s dresses.. I was surprised to see how small she was, and some of her jewelry that had been gifts from her husband. Everything in the show was from their personal household, art that had never been exhibited before so it was a wonderful opportunity to experience this exhibit.
The gallery was un crowded, cool and quiet. A perfect way to start my special day.
Next lunch at one of my favorite spots on Southbank, Wagamama. It’s sort of a contemporary noodle house with lots of choices. The seating is at communal wood tables, and I always meet interesting people there. This time I was seated across from two young guys visiting from Scotland. Very nice, but their accent was quite thick and difficult to understand, however we did manage to communicate, and it was a very enjoyable lunch.
From Wagamama, I walked along the river to the Tate Modern. Yes, I was bent on getting my art museum fix. The show I wanted to see there couldn’t have been more different from Victoria and Albert. Voyeurism Surveillance and the Camera. Very interesting, spanning images from the late nineteenth century until today, and focusing on the cult of celebrity, paparazzi and some recent works with the growing phenomenon of surveillance. Very interesting a somewhat disturbing.
Making my way to Leicester Square to meet a friend for food and drinks, I saw a sign pointing to the London Wall. Well, being Miss Curiosity, I couldn’t resist exploring. After asking a LOT of people I finally found it.
Built by the Romans in the late second or early third centuries, it was the defensive wall built around their fortress on the Themes called Londinuim.
I love the way the English preserve respect their heritage and antiquities. If this relic was in the US, I’m sure it would have long ago been covered by a high rise.
So once I satisfied my curiosity, I was back on the trail to meet my friend. Leicester Square was rocking, with large groups of Argentine foot ball fans parading and celebrating their win. We were at a place that has a terrace on the second floor with a terrific view of the activities below. Great fun.
Actually, maybe a little too much fun because I missed the last Underground train, which stops at midnight and had to take the night bus home. Commonly called the “N” bus, this runs all night and is packed with others who were out beyond the witching hour.
Riding this bus is an experience in its self. The red double deckers leave from Trafalgar Square for dozen’s of location. The only problem was, Trafalgar Square is huge and I couldn’t remember which corner the bus to Wimbledon left from. After asking several drunks, I finally found the right one, and was on my way. The guy sitting across the aisle from me was openly drinking a can of Stella, and the couple on front seriously needed to get a room. At one point a group of wild football fans go on singing and waving banners, but I think they found the company too dull and got off after a few blocks.
I eventually made it back to Southfields around 2AM and so ended my middle Sunday.
I know I should talk a bit about tennis, but once again it’s after midnight. McCoy Tyner’s Soliloquy playing on my iPod is helping to keep me awake, but I think I’ll be signing off for today. We’ll talk tennis tomorrow.
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Cynthia