Absolutely knackered, so I’ll try and keep it brief.
This morning I met Mom & Dad at 11. We went to Trafalgar Square to tour the National Gallery and see fair doses of Rubens, Reynolds, Constable, and even a Leonardo. Then we Tubed it to St. Paul’s to take a look inside the cathedral and walk around the area, where we found the Central Court.
Then we walked across the very windy Millennium Bridge and visited Tate Modern. There was some pretty weird stuff in there, like an entire palm tree tipped over and coated in gray paint, rope tangled in a pile, three vacuums encased in glass, and a canvas covered with a mirror. However, there was a fair share of notables: Braque, Duchamp, Klee, Rothko, Pollock, Warhol. We were really tired though so we blew through a lot of rooms. A view after one of the Abstract Expressionism rooms:
I am definitely planning a trip back, especially to see the Pop Art exhibit now on view.
We took a nap at the hotel before going out to Green Door Steak House for dinner, where I ordered two delicious Midori Sour’s and my meal: braised steak with mushrooms and pale ale pastry pie with mashed potatoes. Wonderful. Mom and Dad went to check out Piccadilly Circus but I opted to stay in for the night and get some rest. Tomorrow: studying, and then a Rugby game!