Bad Traffic, Bad Foot

It has been a tough couple of weeks, as my plantar fasciitis has continued to slow me down. In aid of saving steps, I decided to take a Black Cab down to the Tate Britain. I’m always amused at the discussions I have with London cabbies. This fellow wanted to make sure I knew where I wanted to go. “Now you do want to go to the ‘Tate Britain,’ not the ‘Tate Modern?’ He explained that many visitors confuse the two. I assured him that I wanted to go to the one on Millbank and our adventure began. A big portion of central London was under construction that morning. While I was in no rush and enjoyed people watching out the windows of the cab, as the meter and clock ticked, the cabbie became more and more agitated. When we eventually reached the gallery, he very graciously reduced the fare and urged me to “take the Tube home” (advice I followed).

Alvaro Barrington had a colorful display that evoked both his Caribbean family connections and the spirit of Carnival (being celebrated with the Notting Hill Carnival in London).

The colors were vibrant and there was movement and music in each piece.

There was also an exhibition, “Now You See Us: Women Artists in Britain, 1520 to 1920.” An exhibit covering 400 years is ambitious and this one certainly covered plenty of ‘artistic ground. Here are a few of the highlights.

And finally, upon my return to Bloomsbury, I noticed these lovely yellow roses growing in a walking path behind the Brunswick Centre, the local shopping center.

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