Monday, 15 April 2013

She lives!

I am so sorry to have left you for such a long time.  Hubby read my blog the other day and reminded me that I have been gone for a while, lets just say its been intense, but in a good way.  You know I am loving it, right? The joy of learning at my age, is so wonderful.  I just want to shake them (the other students) and say 'look, its great, did you know that was going on, that was amazing for that time, the history, look at it, imagine, just imagine'. I am starting to sound like one of those weird poems they tried to open up our consciousness with when we were twelve, (like we knew anything then!) remember the ones that didn't rhyme - I get them now, I didn't then.

So my Easter holidays were pretty.. trying to think of the right word,... busy. I hardly ventured out of the house, the computer was on 24/7 (slight exaggeration) I typed, alot (not an exaggeration). So on the last weekend, hubby took the reigns and whisked me off to London, to visit some exhibitions he knew I really wanted to see. 

This is the start of the Ice Age Exhibition at the British Musuem, where you can photograph it freely.  It is the reproduction of the clay bison from Tuc d'Audoubert Cave, Ariege, France. 

They found footprints dancing around this deep, actually very deep into the cave. Its about 15,000 years old, sculpted to such a degree you even have an anus, which may seem rather rude in today's world, but I suspect it was without thought at that time and you'd certainly not want to eat around the area that delivered waste. 
 Ice Age Art was amazing, thought provoking, emotional. 
 40,000 years ago, people were producing art that we can relate to, 
when you think about that, they had the same emotions, imaginations and worries. 
They were the same as us.  
Just looking at the female figures that were sculptured, - very few were of a size 10, they were cuddly, child bearing women, with boobs that had fed children and a tummy that would provide a great hot water bottle for their partners, bearing in mind it was the ice age.  These women were venerated, just the way they were.

We stopped for coffee and cakes (excellent coffee, really good!) in members before venturing forth again. 

We whipped around the Pompeii and Hurculaneum exhibition, it was exciting to see some of the works that I had studied so carefully in books. The mosaic black dog was seen in all its splendor. Having only seen small pictures of it, I was transfixed to find that even the dew claws of the dog were clearly visible. There were horrors, you know a Pompeii exhibition will contain a few of those, I hurried past those as quickly as possible.
And then I found Elgin's marbles. Now previously on many a British Museum visit, there were so many marbles, it was so tricky to understand it all.
But now I do, partly at least, so it adds to the fascination of them all.
Shame the British Museum didn't know how to clean them in the early 1900's and mistakes were made, but the beauty of them is still there, the room was built to house them which I feel adds to the feeling of awe and wonder about them.
We quickly toddled off to what is fast becoming my favourite fabric shop in London Cloth House, or should I say shops, 98 and 47 Berwick Street, worth going in both as they have different stock, my favourite linens are at no. 47.  And then happily toddled around Berwick Street, stopping for lunch then toddling some more.  One day I must go to Berwick Street before seeing an exhibition, I would feel alot more lively.  Of course I bought just a little linen for a summer skirt, which I am hoping (the summer) will happen soon.
On the way to the tube we stopped off at Carnaby Street to see what was what.
We found this amazing shoe shop, with completely whacky shoes, it gave me some ideas for old sandals, its amazing what you can do with a silk flowers and a bunch of grapes.  There were some beautiful shoes for the younger generation, they were selling very well. 
Party shoes!

And absolutely shattered we decided to catch the train  home and find somewhere to eat. 
Having read another blog I was desperate to try Kayal which is all about the Kerala cuisine.  So we booked reservations, which even though very early on a Saturday night they only just managed to squeeze us in at 9.00 p.m. When we came in we were ushered into the back room, which was delightful it felt really cosy.

The food was amazing, I finally got to have my first Dosa, which is ground rice and lentils to form a very smooth paste which is then left to ferment overnight and made into a very light pancake and then filled with a potato dish and served with dips made from coconut and lentils. I've often looked at Dosa's being made in cookery programmes and wondered about them, it was delicious and light, a little plain perhaps, but no worse for that.  I feel it was like the Indian working man's equivalent to our Cornish pastie. It was worth the wait of the many years I have wanted to try it.
 and soon our mains had come.
I can't remember the names of the dishes, mine was a prawn dish as I felt I should go with the fish theme that Kerala is so famous for served with coconut rice and hubby's chicken something with steamed rice balls served in a coconut sauce.  The food is nothing like we have got used to, it was a real treat to be served authentic Indian cuisine. 

And so we went home, happy, tired, joyful and content. 

1 comment:

amelia said...

So happy you're enjoying learning!! I have to say I'm happy not to have to any more. I didn't like it when I was at school and don't think I'd like it any more now!
That Indian food looks good enough to eat through the computer!