I’m back from England and the Netherlands – what an intense twelve days! I’m exhausted and five hours’ jet-lagged and I wouldn’t have missed this trip for the world.
In London, I met two cousins (my only remaining relatives there), one at the Tate Modern, one at the National Gallery – two opposite poles when it comes to art galleries.
One of the themes of the trip was that minor little question, What is art? Got the short answer? Let me know!
Concerts both evenings, one at the Royal Albert Hall, one at St. Martin-in-the-Fields. And then there was figuring out the tube (otherwise known as subway), the money, and which way is the river – I have no sense of direction whatsoever.
For me, who did some of my growing up near London, it was a thrill to come out at the Embankment and hear Big Ben chime eleven. Or to be walking to the Tate, and see on my right St. Paul’s Cathedral.