A little late - the weekend was busy with essays and exam prep.
But by Tuesday it was all over. I went to Somerset House to the exhibition of Cezanne's pipe smoking, card playing peasants. A lovely exhibition, preliminary drawings and character sketches beside final paintings. The artist at work.
Somerset House is also a treat - numerous exhibitions among the government offices, complex architecture of stairways and light wells, sculptures redolent of the Navy Board (an early tenant) and now, in winter, ice-skating in the courtyard. Apparently there are tombs downstairs, and a Catholic chapel from the 1600s.
I spent an afternoon once in Taman Prasasti in Jakarta, the park of memorial stones, complete with hearse, which offers a history of Europeans in tombstones from about 1690. There are monuments to military men with elaborate coats of arms and carved stone drums and bugles, governors, officials of the Dutch East India Company, a bishop, Olivia Marianne, the wife of Thomas Stamford Raffles, wealthy landowners, and scholars of theology, the Ramayana and archaeology.
At this time of year, Somerset House has a less tropical ambience. In search of sunshine again, I wandered down to the Embankment and made a drawing near Waterloo Bridge.
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