Chuck wrote:
lau wrote:
... We looked a a lot of the non-modern art, where Lemonette insisted that
John Constable's "Malvern Hall" had its reflections all wrong (stupid artist that he was). She also had to repeatedly tell Lemon and me to stop being so loud...
He DOES have his reflections all wrong!

She's right. So I can probably safely assume that you and Lemon WERE too loud and rowdy after your jailbreak. I'll bet you and Lemon did the Cotton-eyed Joe right there in the museum!! !

That's what happens when Belgians and Britts get together. SHEESH!! ! Good thing Lemonette was there to keep an eye on you two.
I just remembered. Although this image hardly does it justice, the first thing Lemon saw, on entering the gallery, was
this, to which she said "Wow!", and had to walk up to stand two inches off the canvas, when her daughter felt she had to drag her away. However, I'd guess the Tate is far more accommodating than other galleries. They have attendants in every room, all the time, but they seem not to mind if you get a bit carried away. The smaller canvasses are glassed in (I know, because it stopped my finger when I poked one painting). The larger ones have an inconspicuous guide rope near the floor, in front of them, about half a metre out. When looking at the rather large
Gordale Scar, I wondered what was touching my leg. Yes. I also do the "stick my nose on the canvas" bit.
Another complaint from Lemonette was that the woman's head in
"The Doubt: `Can these Dry Bones Live?'" was too small.
On a more abstract note, Lemon liked
"Hesitate" and we both wondered what would happen if we started to eat the "oranges in a rectangle on the floor" (of which I can't recall the actual title and can't locate a picture).
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