Suddenly I feel like I’m getting tired of these posts… @_@
Wandered into the Rose Garden before I left Hyde Park.
The V&A adjoins the John Madejski Garden. (Not sure what that building on the other side is – maybe another part of the V&A; I didn’t manage to wander the whole place since I was a little pressed for time.
I think I know why I don’t like art galleries as much as I “should.” I can’t take pictures inside.
I spent most of my time in the Impressionist gallery and saw a few famous paintings there. Several Monets, and also Van Gogh’s Sunflowers. Interestingly, all I thought was: So this is the famous sunflower picture. Cool. … Ok. Why am I not feeling awed?
It was strange. Of all the classical art periods, I probably like the Impressionist period the best and though I really do admire their way with colours and stuff, just standing there staring at the paintings didn’t do anything for me. I should be. I’m supposed to be the “artist” type. So why wasn’t I all agog and amazed? o_o
The people who sat around me in the theatre were the most irritating EVERRRRR. The three people behind me – two women and one guy – whispered (loudly) quite a few times until I got fed up and turned around to look pointedly at them. Then they shut up. BUT there were a bunch of people two rows down from me who talked and talked and talked and would. Not. Stop. I could’ve thrown something at them… And I know I wouldn’t have missed either at that distance since there were four of them and there were a couple of empty seats in the row between us, giving me a wonderfully clear line of sight at the backs of their heads. Grrr. Good thing I had enough self-control and enough manners not to do something like that although I sure fantasised about it throughout the show.
There was also someone in the first row who stupidly kept on taking – or trying to take – pictures in the first act and the usher had to come and warn the person about 3 times. I could see that the usher was irritated, and rightly so. I was irritated too. Spoiling the experience for everyone… sigh.
But at least Oliver was awesome! Possibly the most energetic theatrical show I’ve seen – because of the number of kids in the cast, maybe? hahah
And that wraps up my summer trip to London! (Well, not quite – still got that post of flowersssss coming. haha)