Walking along the street is nearly as interesting as the curated exhibits.
- Don’t know what they are selling but I like the vibe, dear stranger.
- Redemption is always welcome.
- It’s spring, by golly.
- There’s more than one Queen in this town.
- Before there was Harry Potter, there was this.
Back to the business at hand… it was another fulfilling morning at the British Museum, the first hour spent examining the Parthenon marbles. Details like this carefully rendered underside of a rider’s foot.
Or this fight between a Lapith and a Centaur. Not sure how any man can look at this without wincing. I call this round for the centaur.
I drifted around a leaf on the tide of humanity streaming through the rooms until I alighted in the main hall in front of a massive lion.
I sketched him until noon, then broke for lunch in the Member’s Room. Cheese and pickle, on a seeded baguette. Toasted. I am so spoiled.
Afterward, I turned left into the rooms dedicated to the Enlightenment. One of the exhibits noted that the founding collection was funded by a fortune reaped from that stain on the soul of humanity, the Slave Trade. More ironic than an anvil.
I ended up on a bench in front of a marble sculpture of Cupid. A charming figure, though far from subtle (note the object next to cupid’s leg). More sketching ensued.
Headed back to the hotel to meet my daughter Emily, coincidentally here touring with her band, Dehd. She Ubered over after wrapping a promo photoshoot. Check out their latest release.
Tomorrow, the Beatrix Potter exhibition at the Victoria & Albert.
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