Monday, July 16, 2012

Rain rain rain

London, July 2012. This is the plaza in front of the Tate Modern adjoining the River Thames. Pouring. Rain rain rain.

We thought we'd go see the Tate Modern, then take the river taxi to the Tate Britain, down the river. But when we arrived, soaked, at the Modern, the place was filled with groups of school children, all smelling of damp flannel blazers, sitting in groups on the floor of the great concrete ramp, eating their lunches. We toured the galleries of surrealist painters, watched a Damien Hurst video of insects being incinerated on electrical wires, then decided to go right back toward our hotel and find a pub.

The one we found had this sign up. "Enoy the British Summer."

Uh huh. Damn, it's wet!


Deborah said...

A friend of mine lives in Milton Keynes, north of London, and she was complaining about the cold and wet weather on our last Skype call. And here we are burning up in Colorado!

I am enjoying my own armchair adventure following your trip, thanks for taking us along.

ifthethunderdontgetya™³²®© said...

I'll drink to that!

Gary's third pottery blog said...

such pretty old buildings! Gosh, I s'pose if this keeps up it will be a challenging Olympics week, hmm?

Karen (formerly kcinnova) said...

When all else fails, a pub and a pint make a dreary day better. Or something like that!