Londinium, Ta Ta!

Sniff, sniff. Almost time to head home. London, I hardly knew ye!

Hey, look at me! I survived the bombings of the Battle of Britain and I'm damn proud of it:

Yes, we made like tourists and rode the London Eye:

Beep! Beep!

If I had a hammer...

Once more, the British:

Birdman (Radio ...? ...of Alcatraz? or Harvey ...?)

[I know they're Aussies, but I couldn't help myself:



Play it loud, yo!]

Believe it or not, this an allegory is about Haile Selaissie:

Yep, this is pretty much the tale of the tape:

Except, I kept trying to find this channel on the TV in our flat and couldn't:

Felt like they were pretty much everywhere. Why can't I watch?

The Answer

I left off my last post with a poser: What exhibit is the snagglepuss, bronze lion duo looking at? As there were no takers (even with serious Scotch riding), I'll tell you: They are looking right at the case that contains the origin of writing. Sumerian cuneiform script. And, what's more, the original Gilgamesh tablets—the first, if you will, novel. The kind of thing I bow down to.

Then there was this gem ("clearly highly trained"—click it, yo):

And the first thesaurus:

It's remarkable how vast and wide was the plunder of the British Empire. Its museum, the British, gives an accounting of the places they well and truly looted. Yes, it was theft; but the well-preserved and -curated booty is on display free for the world to view.

No visit, though, would be complete without an homage to the Rosetta Stone, perhaps its most famous, and important, artifact:

Which allowed people to be able to read this sort of thing:

The Gauntlet

I was fortunate enough to have the chance to spend an afternoon at the Louvre. I chose to explore the Renaissance painting wings—Southern and Northern. So much is made of the supposed 'warmth' of the Italian art of the period. I couldn't disagree more. Practically every painting had for its subject matter gods or angels or bible stories or mythic tales—high-falutin' big shots and such. Focus was on formal beauty—line, color, structure. Most were brilliant and bright. The paintings of the Dutch & Flemish artists of the same period were, indeed, darker in tone. They took for their themes, though, still and active lives. Portraits of real people showed them with rumpled noses and warts, fat and ugly. There were plates of eaten food. Parties with, apparently, plenty of libations. Hunting and fishing. Folks with pets. And, mirabile dictu, there were even paintings of people actually smiling. Smiling. Nary a single smile in all of Renaissance Italian painting. Nary a wart. You tell me which is warmer.

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Three things in England were ruined for me by the pernicious effects of American pop culture.

Stonehenge was forever ruined for me by this [as was, of course, Led Zep]:



I took tons of pics there, but this is by far the best—a Druid stone if there ever was one:

At the British Museum, this guy:

was ruined by the "Dum Dum give me gum gum" talking Easter Island head in "Night at the Museum" (starring Ben Stiller) to which movie I was contractually obligated as a father to take certain of my brood by virtue of having been a member of the Natural History Museum in New York. When the kids were little, we lived about a mile from the museum and would go on Friday evenings after the tourists cleared out and let the kids flow from room to room for hours. If you don't know what I'm talking about, good on you. You might be able to find clips on the internet; I couldn't.

Then there was this:

Wisdoc and I walked into the the British Museum gallery where two of these patinaed bronze Snagglepuss lions preside. My eye was immediately drawn to them. I said something like "Look honey, aren't those lions amazing. There's something importantly familiar about them, but I don't remember what. I don't know where I've seen them before."

Well, I remember now. BDR put it up at his estimable site after his visit there. The suggestion was planted.

Thus, for ruining (heh!) my British Museum afternoon, the gauntlet: What uber-important world historical artifact(s) are these two cats staring at? [Hint: if you know my site at all, you'll know it's of central significance to me.] Shots of Balvenie or other connoisseur-quality Scotch ride on the answer. Anyone, of course, can weigh in, and I'll make good when we meet.

Click 'em, yo!

Sorry to say though haggis was gustily eaten (by some) in Edinburgh, we had a collective family brain fart and failed to bring forth cameras. Not so at the Tunnel.

We saw lots of art on our trip. We visited the Rijksmuseum, the Van Gogh Museum, the Museum Ludwig, the Louvre, Versailles, Musee d'Orsay, Edinburgh Castle, and the British Museum (about which more tomorrow). We wanted to make it to the Tate and the Tate Modern in London, but were unable to work it into our frantic schedule. We did, however, find time for the Tunnel. I'm afraid most of the Banksys have been spray painted over, but it's still a terrific gallery. It's in Westminster, near the Waterloo stop on the Tube—the Leake Street tunnel. It's a short walk from the London Eye.

Click 'em, yo!

For my money, though, this may have been the Mona Lisa of the gallery: