Saturday. Which will now be known as the day I walked just under 8.5 miles.
I walk a lot, but even that seems ridiculous to me. I covered a lot of ground over several hours and it was worth it!
I started out at the Courtauld Gallery in the Somerset House. They have a small collection, but every single piece is of the highest quality and by a well known artist. Now that we have studied Impressionism in class it is fun to see it in person. I count my time in museums as studying for class because I try to guess the artist. I’m also now able to see other paintings we studied through the semester and accurately guess the artist and time period! I hope this knowledge doesn’t go away easily. They also had a special exhibition on Picasso. Which made me realize, overall I don’t really like Picasso. This was his works from 1901, so luckily nothing I’ll have to be tested on in school!
Then I walked down the Strand and Fleet Streets, to St Dunstan’s Church in the East. It was rebuilt after the great fire by Sir Christopher Wren, and then bombed in the blitz. Only the tower remains and the walls. It has been turned into a garden, and is absolutely beautiful. I spent about half an hour there and only about five other people wandered in and out. It is definitely a hidden gem of the city.
After that I walked North to the Whitechapel Gallery. It is a large contemporary art gallery, and is almost like a museum. It has a pretty cool history and has launched some famous names. There were a couple things I liked, but overall it isn’t my kind of art. But always good to see something new!
From there I wandered up north by way of several other smaller galleries I had heard about in classes including Raven’s Row, Calvert 22 and Black Rat Gallery.
Lastly, to top off my artistic day I went to the Geffrye Museum. Which is another very strange museum. It’s aim is to show how the middle class houses looked through time. So I have been going to all these very lavish, best of the best type houses, so it was strange to see what ‘normal’ people were living like. It started from the 1600s and went to present day. The actual building was gorgeous and had a full garden in the background that did the same thing and showed how gardens would have looked and changed overtime. Quite interesting!
By this time I was all the way North in Hoxton. I thought about how to get home, and decided it would be cool to walk through the neighborhood, and through Angel, Farringdon and back through to home. It was about 2 miles, but such a beautiful day out it was hard to think about rushing home to sit inside. And on the way, I ended up stopping into the Charles Dicken’s Museum not far from my house. It is where he lived while he wrote Oliver Twist! The coolest part was seeing his writing desk where he did his work.
I spent some time at home, and then went out with a few of the girls who live in the apartment and are also in my program. Kate, Mia and Elizabeth who are all from Georgetown, and Brittany who is from DC also. We went to the Whistling Stop in Shoreditch and then around the corner to Brick Lane to try out the famous Beigel shops. The bagel was good, but no where as good as NYC!
Overall another exhausting and fulfilling day!