Phyllis and I have a chilly start as we head off for the station. The road is quiet, the schools must be having an inset day. My Cadiz Companion is heading to NYC where is it 7 degrees. In contrast, it is a balmy 18 degrees with clear pale blue skies when I reach London after a smooth train journey.
I emerge from the tube and walk along the embankment to the Courtauld Institute. It is a trip down memory lane as my daughter studied there. Here is my Monet- like photo!
I emerge from the tube and walk along the embankment to the Courtauld Institute. It is a trip down memory lane as my daughter studied there. Here is my Monet- like photo!
I meet the Art Historian, complete with a bad cold, poor thing, and we sit outside in the courtyard at Somerset House having a good catch up and nice cup of tea and banana toast. She heads off to her meeting and I look at Rodin's Dancers, The Essence of Movement. Beautiful drawings by the older artist. They look very yogic. I love them.
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then walk due North to St Pancras to meet my chum. I notice beneath my feet....
We lunch at the Wellcome Collection. I have forgotten that the galleries are closed on Mondays. Never mind, we have a brilliant walk along Regent's Canal to Paddington. My chum loves it, she has not been here before. She enjoys the barges.
I am now quite tired. But happy. Very glad the AH is happy with her new man. He sounds lovely. We have tea and cake at Paddington Basin. Good journey home. But I am so tired I have to push Phyllis up the hill.
