It's a lovely spring day and I wake bright and early having readjusted to the clock change. All ready for a day out in London! But first.....blueberries and porridge.
I enjoy my cycle to the station on Phyllis followed by the nice big eight coach 9.24 (slightly delayed). I seek solicitude in the quiet compartment.
After a fruitless search for Time Out, the circle line takes me to St James and soon I am re-united with my lovely old friends (old as in long standing that is) in the cafe.
After a walk in the Royal Parks, we picnic with my lovely daughter in Green Park. The photo of her has been labelled horrendous and so will not be appearing.
I really love the exhibition, Revolution, Russian Art 1917-1932. There is more info here . I learn a lot about the revolution, which sadly, I feel extrapolates quite well to the current USA, and buy a short book so as to learn more. I am also re-united with the optimistic Marc Chagall of the 1920s as he swings his bride in the air, a painting I also saw in the Museo Ruso . I see paintings, films and photographs in a style I have not really encountered before. They depict the offical Stalinist version of socialist art as well as examples from when things became temporarily more flamboyant and liberal
Top Left Clockwise: Deineka Ping Pong, Lebedev Portrait of the Dancer and Choreographer, Advertisement Rodchenko and Mayakovsky, Unknown Advertisement. Many Thanks to JT.
We have tea in the best table of The Keep, overlooking the now heavily securitised coutyard and enjoy delicious cakes.
We say our sad farewells and I walk to Belgravia for a talk. I ponder the sad events of tomorrow as I pass the Belgian Embassay
then the Italian
My talk at the Buddhist Society is really good tonight. Is is about the
I am left realising that one of these has been affecting my judgement most of the day. No further details!
The train is too busy (more hindrances), I eat a squashed peanut butter sandwhich and go home to beer and Broadchurch!
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