We were both so grateful that we decided to stop in at the Serpentine Galleries in Hyde Park to see the Hilma af Klint exhibit, “Painting the Unseen.” She was new to us both, and we were moved and riveted by her work.
And a real swan, just a few steps away, in the Serpentine.
Ever since I read Mrs. Dalloway for the first time, perhaps 10 years ago, I have been dreaming about Hyde Park. (And Regent’s Park, for that matter, which we now live just a few blocks from.)
On Sunday, which was gloriously sunny and warm, we walked about five or six hours, starting at our flat and then to Hyde Park, through the park, then to lunch in South Kensington, and then to the Victoria & Albert museum. And then home. Exhausted and a little sunburned and very happy.
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