Culture

SWMBO and I headed in to town today and joined the National Gallery.

We then spent ages going round the David Bailey exhibition.
By the end of it my back was shouting at me so we headed off to the chocolate shop for lunch.
I liked the pictures on the walls, but this was the only one I could snap.

Then it was back for the Jean-Etienne Liotard exhibition (what is it that makes little old women think they have the right to push you out of the way when you are in the middle of reading the explanation or studying the exhibits?).

By the time we got on the tram to go back to the car I thought somebody had severed my spine.

And to think there are plans to go to the Escher exhibition tomorrow ..............

This 'getting cultured' thing is going to kill me!