18 October 2005

London Bridge. Still there.

London is really just a familiar big city - everyone speaks your language, dresses a little better but essentially the same, and the currency makes sense (even if the sizess of all the coins is screwy).

But it has some pretty cool stuff - generated no doubt by the 8 odd million campers here. Like the national gallery - and standing in front of a Duccio panel that almost made me cry.

My current project is scouring bookshops for the Dada Manifesto. I saw it in Italy, but in Italian.

Fingers crossed.

2 comments:

Martha said...

I sincerely hope your shopping plans extend beyond the dada manifesto.

tinks said...

Alarmingly so...