A day of culture

We had such an enjoyable day in London on Tuesday that we had decided to go back down today, especially as there was a free lunch time concert at St Martin-in-the-Fields. We caught the 10.08 to Marylebone, along with a very smart collection of fellow passengers. You could tell that they came from expensive parts of the Chilterns; the women were very expensively dressed and all very thin!

We started off by catching the tube to Embankment and then walked the two sides of the Hungerford passenger bridges so we had a full range of views. We always marvel that we had travelled under the bridge on the boat when we did Limehouse to Teddington; the currents always look so strong and the river so wide, but busy and in that stretch very congested with boats moored mid channel.

By the time we had wandered slowly up to Trafalgar Square and Alan had taken lots of pictures it was 12.00 and we decided to eat before the concert. I had spotted another branch of Tossed (not Tossers as I called it the other day, thanks Adam!) almost opposite the Colosseum so we went there and had another couple of really good meals (mine with cous cous base and Alan with a noodle base) followed by carrot cake with a lemon cream filling which was wholefood enough to let us pretend it was really good for us. It was certainly delicious.

Then it was off to St Martins and a piano soloist from Azerbaijan studying at the Guildhall. She played Haydn and Schumann quite magnificently.

We finished with another segment of the National Gallery through the rooms devoted to the Impressionists, Van Gogh, Picasso and Cezanne. It was the first time I had seen one of the Sunflowers in actuality and it was interesting to see the textures of the paint layers. However when I said to Alan that many of the paintings worth, I am sure, vast sums of money, would have been completely overlooked by me at a local art exhibition as not being very good, he said he had just heard someone else saying exactly the same thing. We went on to the Turners and the Constables, and it was a great pleasure to see to Turners in real life: the Constables are rather heavy and dark for my taste though Alan really likes them.

A little walking through art galleries goes a long way so we headed back to Rickmansworth and went for an early Friday evening drink at the White Bear.

Alan is cooking tonight so will put some pictures up tomorrow.

Statistics so far:-

2144.42 Miles, 1213 Locks, 120 Swing Bridges, 82 Lift Bridges, 36 Tunnels


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