Spent the morning in the Ashmolean museum, oldest public museum in the world.
Battery died on camera, so no pics, but it allowed me to have similar reflecting time as my Washington trip:
for those who don't know, Ashmolean houses an eclectic mix of things,
From ancient Egypt:
mummified remains, and pondering the mortality and afterlife. These great and rich people, who could afford the lavish funerary and mummification rights, their achievements recorded in stone stelae. But after so long their achievements count for.... ?
Greek and Cypriot cultures, the myths and legends so familiar to us.
Stone and Bronze Age Britain, again the warrior/chieftan burials, so important at the time, important and powerful people, reduced now to staitc museum artefacts, and we don't even know their names..
Small rooms with snapshots of Muslim history, Indian, Chinese, Japanese culture....
The sadness of Stradivarii instruments locked up in cabinets, never played, their raison'd'etre snuffed out...
The beautiful cabinets and Chairs with "Do not touch" "Do not sit on this"....
The surprise in rooms of art, the great Dutch masters, the romantic greats, Lutyens, Rembrandt, Picasso, Turner, Lear...all great artistic infleunces, but interstingly the images casuing most people to stop and engaeg are two large monocctome images by Jenny Saville...
Exhibitions: Current- Ashmolean Museum
Then lunch with a friend at the Trout. A Glorious September afternoon, good food by the river.
The Trout | Home
Another evening of meeting up with old college contemporaries, too boring for those not involved, save for the memorable line from a Barclays Bank Risk Manager who, when it was suggested his profession wasn't viewed with much favour in UK right now, said if asked he tells people he's a back street abortionist as that gets less adverse reaction than "I'm a banker"....