Back from sightseeing

How ridiculous to have posted again so quickly since lunchtime! But, I only got back to the Williams household a short while ago, and neither Marcus nor Scott are home yet, so I'm taking the chance to do a quick update.

I started the day by heading to Buckingham Palace. In true Margaret style, I got a bit lost on the way to the station, which is hilarious given you just need to walk about 10 metres down the road, turn left and walk a bit longer, but I can get even that wrong! Basically, I got distracted and wasn't looking. Hey, watching the news, it's on Gaza, all a bit sad, but one of the hosts, the main host, is sitting behind a desk, but the other guy was standing, but standing with a walking frame. Huh? Surely if he requires a walking frame, he would be more comfortable also sitting - or am I being disability-ist?

Anyhow, eventually made it near Buckingham Palace, wandered on down, took a few photos. It really is pretty impressive. It was quite cold, but possibly not as cold as yesterday, probably not as cold as Scotland. From there, wandered through Green Park to the Tube and headed to the Tate Modern. Far less crowded than it had been last time I attempted it, much better. Anna had let me borrow her member card, so I went to a couple of exhibitions - started with Rothko, which was good, but not really my favourite kind of art, personally. Then, Cildo Meireles, a South American conceptual artist. I loved it, this is more my thing. A room questioning the concept of measurement and numbers with a maze made of 7000 carpenter's rulers with false numbering hanging from the ceiling and a whole heap of clocks on the wall. Another large exhibit about the Catholic church in Brazil with 600,000 pennies on the ground, 200 bones hanging from the ceiling joined by a column of communion wafers. And the grand finale - well worth the queue, only 4 people allowed in at any one time, a foyer where you remove your shoes and have the option of gum boots (I didn't, just rolled my trousers up). Then you enter a small room, and the ground is about ankle deep with talcum power. It is very poorly lit, and you wander around a corner to a single candle in the power. It was awesome, the tactile feeling of the talcum powder was great, and anything you could see was cast in a strange mist from the powder, very cool.

Just outside the exhibit, there was a doco on the artist which I watched through, showing the way the pieces were created, and how they were transferred to the current space. Then I headed home. Uneventful.