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Heading home tomorrow

Today's highlights included some lovely time in the British Museum, a little wandering in the shops of Covent Garden, and a fun and ultimately touching musical based on a movie, The School of Rock.

In the morning, I get up way too early to begin the long trek home.

I will force myself to stay up late tomorrow night, endure the dreaded spring forward, and hope to awaken Sunday feeling more or less like I'm in the right time zone.

The three highlights of a wonderful London day

Touring a lot of the Impressionist section of the National Gallery and getting to see half a dozen Van Gogh works, including the remarkable Sunflowers.

Watching raptly The Old Vic's production of Rosencrantz & Guildenstern Are Dead, in which the entire cast, notably stars Daniel Radcliffe, Joshua McGuire, and David Haig, were superb.  This time around, I found the ending particularly touching.

Eating and enjoying a world-class dinner at The Ledbury, a restaurant that deserves every accolade it's received.

Wow, what a day.

Quick highlights of another grand day

I keep failing to do detailed blog reports, because between mostly vacationing and having to cram in multiple hours of work, I find myself late at night, the blog in front of me, and a choice between filling it or getting a good amount of sleep.  This trip, I'm choosing sleep.

A few highlights from today will have to suffice.

I spent hours renewing old artistic friendships at the Tate Britain and touring its extensive David Hockney retrospective.

I enjoyed the best tikka masala sauce I've ever tasted at a little place round the corner from here, Strand Tandoori.

I also sampled, for the second time this trip, some of the best gelato I've had anywhere, courtesy of La Gelateria.

Another fine day.

Wow, what a day

It's after three a.m. here, so I'm going to keep this very short.  Today was a very powerful day indeed.  I'll explain more in future entries, but I spent a lot of time in the Tate Modern, to interesting results; saw a fun and moving play, The Girls; and had a late and absolutely wonderful dinner at L'Atelier Robuchon.

I ended up having to put in a few hours of work, but otherwise, the day was perfect.

More in future entries.

Pleasant surprises at the National Portrait Gallery

I am not now and have never been a fan of royalty.  I found the part of European history where I was supposed to memorize the order of the English kings and queens to be more annoying than fun.  So, though I have wanted to tour the National Portrait Gallery here, I entered it with some trepidation.

I left rather pleasantly surprised.  To be sure, the bulk of the portraits are of royals, and most of them left me cold.  What I ended up quite liking, however, were many of the paintings of literary and scientific figures, as well as some of the sections that brought key moments in history to life.

For example, I was happy to get to study John Taylor's (we think) portrait of Shakespeare, which I've of course seen many times in reproduction.

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Equally pleasing to see were portraits of John Donne


and Ben Jonson, looking more than a bit harried.


Whether you're a fan of royals or, like me, more in it for other historical figures, I recommend spending a few pleasant hours in the halls of the National Portrait Gallery.

Go to the Leighton House if you can

Today, for no particular reason other than my affection for the work of Lord Frederic Leighton, I visited the Leighton House Museum.  I had done no research and had no expectations of anything more than a tour of the house.

Oh, what a lucky man I am!  Upon arrival, I learned that the museum was hosting a show, which ends April 2, called "Flaming June: The Making of an Icon."  The title of the show betrays its main focus, the painting Flaming June, which is arguably Leighton's most famous work.  What the title does not make clear is that as part of assembling this show, the museum not only gathered tons of his sketches for this piece, it also assembled for the first time since 1895 all five extant paintings that Leighton planned to submit for the 1895 summer exposition!  (I say "planned" because at the last moment he pulled one painting and substituted another, and no one knows where the substitution currently is.)

This means that the last time these five paintings hung together was in his studio on his April open house day prior to the exposition!  I lucked into the first chance to see these pieces together since 1895.  At the exposition, they were scattered in different areas.  Only in his studio in 1895 and now in the house museum have they hung together.

I cannot show you photos of the paintings, because the house rules forbid photography, but I can list them for you here in the order in which they were hanging, from left to right:
CandidaLachrymaeThe Maid with the Golden Hair'Twixt Hope and FearFlaming JuneAll five are technically brilliant, examples of the painter at the height of his talents--though working with severe angina the entire time he was painting them.  Candida and 'Twixt Hope and Fear did not, however, touch my heart the way the other three did.  Lachrymae broke my heart with its sorrow.  I fell instantly in love with the utter and complete focus of the reading Maid with the Golden Hair.  As for Flaming June, well, it deserves all of its accolades, a stunningly romantic vision of a woman exhausted and embracing slumber.  
In addition to the paintings themselves and the many sketches for aspects of Flaming June, the museum also managed to snag the unfinished Clytie, which is astonishing in person, and Whispers, which also deserves its fame.  
The house itself is another treat, a sumptuous, art-filled treasure trove.  
I could go on and on, but I am quite drained by today's experiences, of which this was the primary and most moving.  I was quite undone by the emotions Leighton's paintings aroused in me.
If you live in London or will be visiting before this exhibition closes, I cannot recommend it too highly.  I genuinely feel privileged to have seen it.

The two most remarkable sushi dinners I've ever had

were about a year ago and then earlier tonight at the same London restaurant, The Araki.  Chef Mitsuhiro Araki (top left in the photo below)


and his team created an astonishing meal that combined European seafood and other ingredients, including albino sturgeon caviar and amazing truffles, in ways I've never tasted anywhere else.  Multiple courses involved varieties of the tuna belly you can see in this picture.

Every single bite was superb.

The restaurant holds only ten people, and the meal is quite expensive, but it's worth it.  The Araki serves absolutely world-class meals, and I feel privileged to have eaten there twice.

Seriously, I was trying to look happy

about having my photo taken at a very wonderful dinner the other night in Barcelona (about which I will tell you more later), but I clearly didn't manage it.

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So, what do you think:  serial killer, occasional killer, first-time killer, or new author bookjacket photo?

Moving on in the morning

I really do owe you a lot, including some thoughts on Mobile World Congress, all the wonderful Gaudi installations I had the privilege to tour, and my world-class meal at...that would be telling too early.

Instead, because I'm moving on to London in the morning and will be spending much of tomorrow traveling, I'm shutting down all electronics, packing, and trying to grab some shut-eye.

More from London.

Common sense scores a rare victory over obligation

It's well after three in the morning here.  Two significant work tasks await me, and I owe this blog reports on two remarkable aspects of today.

I also have to get up reasonably early for work.

So, I'm bowing for a change to common sense and heading to bed.  Sorry about that.