The Victoria and Albert (V&A) Museum
First a word or two about life overseas: Jet lag is real, people. At random, uncontrollable times of the day it suddenly feels like I'm going under general anesthesia. It becomes impossible to remain conscious when this tiredness-that-is-more-like-a-deep-coma sets in. And it feels like you're coming out of anesthesia as it gradually wears off. So strange! Luckily, this mainly only happened during our first few days here. But I still feel it occasionally...especially if I get dehydrated.
Today was one of the 'general anesthesia' mornings. Fortunately, the only site on the schedule was the Victoria and Albert, which is just a few blocks from our flat. We could wander over there at our leisure, spend as much time as we liked, then wander back home again. The entrance alone is enough to take your breath away.
This is just begging to be painted! I love the woman in the hat, seated in the Rodin sculpture gallery. Watch for a future watercolor of this interior. (Don't worry--I'll edit out the two boys on the left--or at least their turquoise shorts.)
In the evening we stayed in the flat and watched a British film called, Papadopoulos & Sons. It's a comedy-drama about a wealthy, mansion-dwelling but dysfunctional family who run out of money and move to a small flat in London have to run a Fish & Chip shop together. I loved the focus on family over worldliness and wealth, and there was a line toward the end that stayed with me: "The success is in the joy you feel." So true.