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| To London for a few days . . . On Wednesday evening it was the Old Vic with Kristin Scott Thomas and Diana Quick in Ian Rickson's production of Electra. After reading some positive reviews, I must admit we were a little disappointed. The disconcertingly flippant style took some getting used to, and the longer the performance went on, the more it seemed to play for laughs. Laughs in a Greek tragedy? Although Scott Thomas as Electra was impressive in her histrionics, and Quick as her husband-slaying mother Clytemnestra a wonderful foil, we were left feeling rather let down: a case of bathos rather than catharsis. The next morning we walked from the Travelodge in Farringdon Road to the Charles Dickens Museum in Doughty Street (above), along Chancery Lane . . . |
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| . . . through Holborn, past the Law Courts and down the Strand . . . |
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| . . . to the National Gallery in Trafalgar Square, where we bought tickets for Rembrandt: The Late Works. The show was simply stunning. Many famous pictures were on display, including several self-portraits. Compared with the flat, prosaic book and poster illustrations we're all familiar with, the original oils are all about vitality and texture — you could witness close-up the rough layers of paint Rembrandt applied with a palette knife, giving human skin a sweaty, tactile, lived-in quality. Unlike most of the visitors, who dutifully toured the exhibition in the pre-planned order of their yawningly tedious audio guides, we darted about here and there, going where the crowds were the thinnest, sometimes viewing etchings and paintings from more distant and unusual perspectives across dimly-lit rooms. I was especially struck by this sketch of a young woman sleeping (above) . . . |
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| On Friday we climbed to the top of St Paul's . . . |
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| . . . to a bird's-eye view of modernist London in muted greys and greens. |
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| The Thames and Blackfriars Bridge. |
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| From St Paul's we crossed the river by the Millennium Footbridge and made our way past Tate Modern to the National Theatre and the Southbank Centre. |
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| Sunset over the Thames. |
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| The Hotel Russell, Bloomsbury. I remember many sales conferences here in times past . . . |
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| . . . but back to times present, and it's Saturday morning, and we decided to visit the British Museum before catching our train. London had been vibrant and dynamic — buzzing with happy, optimistic young people — but we were glad to return to the peace and quiet, the serenity and fresh air of home. |
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| Marble sculptures from the Greek Parthenon. |
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| The special exhibition Germany: Memories of a Nation: a 600-year History in Objects was well worth the price of its £10 entry ticket, and included Tischbein's iconic portrait of Goethe and Dürer's woodcut print of a rhinoceros. |
