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Vacation Part 2--Dive and Mum

We spent a full week in London, but I know you want to hear about meeting Dive and Mum. They have both already written about our visit and posted pictures, so I'll add a few pictures they don't have. Daughter no. 2 was good enough to operate the camera.

Here we are on the steps of the Tate.

Here are our shoes on the steps of the Tate.

We really did have a lovely time together--meandering through Westminster Abbey, ambling down the way to the Tate, munching quiche, admiring Turner on display. This will come as no surprise to anyone, but Dive is a very astute art observer. I mumbled to Daughter No. 2 that all I was able to say was, "ooo, it's pretty." Or, "ooo, that man has no trousers." The statement was necessary to say because we were standing in front of a painting of a man in armor from mid-thigh up and nothing but his pasty white skin from there down. Dive hadn't noticed. He did suspect that people in waist-up portraits were really naked from the waist down--maybe he was right.

Dive, Me, and Mum

Comments

dive said…
Hee hee. Daughter No.2 is a fabulous photographer, Robyn.

And I'd forgotten about the trouserless man!
I've walked past that painting a hundred times over the years and never noticed and yet both you and Mum caught sight of it and it was the first thing you noticed!
Women! Heehee.

Thank you for visiting us and giving us such a lovely day out.
And hugs to Daughter No.2 and Elizabeth, too.
Gina said…
Isn't it so wonderful to meet fellow bloggers!
Alifan said…
Hi Robyn, glad you are safely home, although would have liked to have seen more of you.....enjoyed meeting you so much and like Dive hugs to Elizabeth, and that lovely daughter no 2......
Anonymous said…
I am so jealous! Me next! Me, me, me! So, where is your hubby's pic?
LOL !! love the shoes pic. What fun. I'm glad you had such a good time in our capital, Robyn and Daughter No. 2.
Scout said…
Hi Dive. Don't you love the angles of these shots? I will do a brief post on the trouserless man. He actually has a name.

Gina, it really is wonderful. It adds that missing dimension.

Hey Alifan! We all enjoyed meeting you, too. I'm just sorry our day couldn't have lasted longer.

Pru, actually husband had arranged a business meeting that day, so he was off in another part of the city.

Lynn, evidently the shoe picture was an accident, but I thought it told such an interesting story. I'm not sure what it is yet, but I'm sure there's one there.
dive said…
He has a name?
I had assumed he was an early newscaster. Watching the news is much more interesting armed with the knowledge that behind their desks all newscasters are naked from the waist down.

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