The viaduct houses a restaurant in which we were to meet up with Mr and Mrs Jeffers and Mr and Mrs Countrybhoy. In the meantime, we were off to the Tate Modern to see the Lichtenstein exhibition. It is easy to get to the Tate Modern from the station these days - you just follow the trail of orange lamp posts. Creative or what?!
Roy Lichtenstein isn't everybody's cup of tea. He appears to reproduce cartoons and not much more. But the retrospective makes clear that he is much more than that. Personally, I love the pics that have speech balloons, which in context no doubt have some significance, but which in isolation, as he presents them, are so enigmatic and thought-provoking. Here's one anyway I reproduce for Jeffers.
After a quick coffee downstairs, we met up back at the Vinopolis Cantina, another fine example of converting an old exterior (Victorian viaduct) to a modern purpose. I like the setting anyway.
After lunch, there was just time to get up to the Royal Academy for
Here we all are, admiring one of his works.
This is Suzette Lemaire, a commission from a friend, which was no doubt a bit like flirting would be these days. Up close, there is something a bit odd about one eye, but, as you, step back, the portrait comes to life in an extraordinary way. The wisp of hair round her neck seems to float off the page. A friend of mine said that he found the portraits disappointingly flat and lifeless. I couldn't disagree more.
You may remember from a previous post that the place to go after tramping around an exhibition here is downstairs to the delightful cafe for a pot of tea.
Suitably refreshed, we than made our way to the National Portrait Gellery. I thought we ought to take another look at the Kings and Queens of England. And here, appropriately enough, is Richard III (and, next to him, the man who vanquished him in battle, Henry VII).
Which one looks more like a tyrant to you?
When we left the gallery, it was already dusk.
Just think - a month ago, it would have been pitch black by now. Maybe spring is approaching. Anyway, time to go to the Harold Pinter Theatre to see whether we could pick up some cheap tickets. I was keen to see Kristin Scott Thomas in Old Times, but the 'half price' ticket booths were selling for around £35. I'm pleased to say we managed to negotiate restricted view tickets for £10 (and then move to unrestricted view seats once the show had started). Here's the theatre:
I thought the play was great. If you like Pinter, it was fabulous! If you don't like his dialogue, it was rubbish.
And so, time to go home - tired, contented, and totally cultured out.