Saturday in the Rain

I enjoyed the morning in my hotel room, doing email and enjoying the calm and quiet. David arrived at 11:00 as planned and we headed off to the Tate Modern in the rain. The TM makes an impression; the scale is amazing and such majesty requires, for me anyway, spectacular art and the art I saw today at the TM left me absolutely cold and unmoved. But as I have often said, hating art is as much fun as loving it.

My dear Miss Liz would be so disappointed in my response to the TM, but there you go. Thank goodness I had one of my most impressionable experiences in an art gallery at the Museum of Contemporary Art in Chicago. I know there is contemporary work I love, but there was none at the Tate Modern today for me. So we went to the V&A so that I could indulge in glass and illuminated manuscripts—ocular comfort food.

It is really lousy being a tourist in rain and David's shoe was leaking and the Central Line was down today, so it was fine to come home early and relax with a plan to meet David later for Vietnamese food for dinner and perhaps go to a movie.