Week 14

04.03.10 to 04.04.10

Evening

London.

Tonight I am contemplating the exceptional day that began with a walk along the Thames with my oldest son, Taylor. Armed with a steamy latte and a flaky croissant from Pret a Manger we wandered our way to the Tate Modern. We paid twelve pounds to see a mediocre Gorkey exhibit then stumbled upon a treasure trove:

Poetry and Dream: Surrealism and Beyond

72 works "For the poets and artists of the Surrealist movement, dreams stood for all aspects of the world repressed by rationalism and convention."

I might actually head back to the museum tomorrow. I was captivated by a Magritte and a Dali in particular, took copious notes and scratched sketches for later.

http://www.tate.org.uk/modern/explore/room.do?show=1258&code=04&action=4

At the end of the visit, after five hours of exploration, Taylor and I stumbled upon, or more aptly into:

Miroslaw Balka's box of darkness: How It Is

http://www.tate.org.uk/modern/exhibitions/unilevermiroslawbalka/default.shtm

This was a singular experience.

Morning

Easter morning in London, crumpled by jet lagged we slept until noon.

Evening

After a speedy tour of Tower of London, and a walk along the Thames to the walking bridge that leads from St. Paul’s across the river, the Tate was closed for the day. Missed it by that much.

Our diner plan was to find exceptional fish and chips, after walking out of the quintessential (or so we thought) restaurant because they passed our spot to a more hip group we embarked on a wild goose chase that inflamed the soles of our feet and our tempers. We ended up back where we started (well the restaurant right next door) only to be slapped with a half an hour wait. So went our last night in London. Tick tock: another Easter Sunday.