Glasgow is beautiful. But I am shell--shocked and haven’t
taken much in. So I walked, and walked. After getting into the city center I
dropped my bag of at the hostel and proceeded to wander the streets. A quick
consultation with a map indicated the Glasgow Gallery of Modern Art was just up
the street, and who doesn’t enjoy a bit of postmodern expressionism first thing
in the morning.
My sense of direction in my own city is inconsistent at best
and I don’t mind admitting dear readers that I was not functioning at my best,
so I circled around my destination before eventually stumbling upon it.
Did I mention Glaswegians have a sense of humour?
After exploring the deepest reaches of the modern art world
I wandered to the west end where I indulged in a lovely cheese and tomato
sandwich. Quite chuffed about that still.
Next on my list was meant to be the Beatrix Potter
exhibition but I got turned around and found myself in the west end, smack dab
in the middle of Kelvingrove Park.
At about 85 acres the park straddles the River Kelvin and is also host
to the Kelvingrove Art gallery and museum. The museum is breathtaking from the outside, and as I walked
in there was a pipe organ performance. I wish I had taken in more but that that
point I had been walking for 6 hours on very little sleep and my body was
giving out on me. I came back to the hostel to nap. And this is where I leave
you. Dinner time, and maybe a dram of whiskey!
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