The Victoria and Albert is our other favoritest museum in the world. But when it comes to wood carvers, there is only Tilman Riemenschneider, whose carvings are simply beyond compare. Some years ago we spent time in Wurzburg, Germany where he carved many of his pieces, and ever since have sought out his pieces whenever we are visiting a major museum.
It is titled: Angel.
It is said, true beauty is in the eye of the beholder. How true it is.
A schoolteacher explaining to a group of boys that this Riemenschneider alter piece is about.
A close-up of the detail of the section just to the right of the teacher’s head. Whittling is one thing, this is something entirely different. I’ve probably spent too much time on Riemenscheider, but it is my blog and I like what I like. And so does Linda.
Linda was trying on a gauntlet. It fit. Fortunately for me it was fastened to the stand with a chain.
Selfie of the day. We always take a photo of this glass sculpture that hangs above the central entrance area of the museum.
Actual sized plaster cast of Trajan’s tower. Actually this is only the base and bottom section of the tower. They also have a cast of the upper section of the tower. Because of all the air pollution in Rome, this cast which was made in the 1800’s now has finer details than the original.
Sometimes we view things in museums that aren’t part of the collections. Linda had a good laugh over this duck that seemed to think it was a pigeon.
We can spot them a mile away. There is just something about a bronze by Rodin that sets it apart from the works of others. The sculpture was created without the head. He called this style with purposefully missing parts, fragments. The name of the piece is Cybele, The name of the beautiful model is Linda. Lucky Bob to know and appreciate both works of art.
Been here so many times we even know the back way into the museum. And we will be back again, possibly even on this visit to London, as there are only so many hours in a museum we can handle at one time.
Central line, District line, Piccadilly line, we never went the wrong way, but we were close several times.
The Morgan House on Ebury Street where we had stayed during our earlier trips to London.
If there are daffodils blooming it must be spring.
Photo of a lot of chimney pots, special for Diane, the chimney pot lady. Something I have to believe she has never before been called before.
Doubly double happy Linda.
Croque Monsieur and great fries, not the mushy ones we have been getting, at a French Bistro. This will have to do for our touch of France this trip. On second thought, maybe we will stumble across a place that has galettes before we leave. In case you haven’t figured out our eating habits, we have a late lunch, today’s was very, very late because we weren’t attending a matinee, then skip dinner. It’s not for everyone but works for us.
Happy Tube rider, and we sure ride it a lot.
In the evening we attended “The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night.” I had read the book, so this was a must see for us. My seat was a prime number and my name, Bob, when the letters were added up was a prime number, so I got a pin. If you ever wondered what goes on inside the brain of an autistic person, this play visually and audibly takes you there. If you haven’t read the book, it is a most different experience in its self and the play was quite true to it. The best drama we have seen by far and an award winner for sure.
The set was minimalist. The performances were fantastic and what we experienced was why we so much enjoy live theater.