I’m in London, so I did some shopping last night. What’s great about being in a city you know, is that the hassle of finding things goes away. I had a free couple of hours this morning and my plan was simple… To step out of the hotel, and go to the first gallery/museum/show that appeared on the side of a bus.
The only rule was that it should be a new experience. It ended up being the Tate Modern:
I enjoyed myself and the visit was interesting, but I must admit: I don’t understand modern art. After today, I’m sorry to say that I still don’t get it. I keep searching for the art bit! I’m sure it’s there somewhere. I will probably wake up one day and it will all start to make sense. The best part was the impressive building (an old power station) and the gift shop. One peace was a little too strange: a coffin made from Ikea-style furniture, with Ikea vases and flowers next to it. Ok…
To get there, and with London’s freezing weather, I decided to take the bus to St Paul’s – and walk the final half a mile or so across the river. Maintaining the bus theme, my journey on the number-11-bus has to be one of the best routes through London. So much so that I think it renders the tour buses useless. Unless of course you like to sit upstairs in the rain, and to listen to cheesy commentary. More information can be found here. The route is no longer run using a Routemaster (below), but fortunately it isn’t an horrible bendy bus!
The weather was cold but dry. There was no rain but some dark clouds now and then. During the bright moments I was fortunate enough to get some good images. Below are my favourite two: