I, of course, got my timing mixed a bit and got there a little later than expected, but I got there for sure.
Now, Saba is another one of those true Ladies I have been blessed to know. There is so much grace in her manners; she is kind and gives love as she receives it without judgement.
When she called the following day to thank me... Thank me?! I would not miss such special moments for all the tea in China! I said in response:
"Darling Saba, thank YOU for being you. I keep learning in your presence.
How to be generous and kind with so much love to give."
You are a priceless gem
The warmth of your soul melts any icy heart,
As it dampens dry soil.
God bless you for brightening our days,
You are a priceless gem
The warmth of your soul melts any icy heart,
As it dampens dry soil.
God bless you for brightening our days,
For those beautiful loving smiles.
This is only a small token of my thanks to you with all my love.
The following morning, was time for my last of six fencing lessons, for which I arrived on time. It was a fun and sweaty session on a cold snowy day. What I noticed, although the men fought harder, it was easier to defeat them than the ladies. Why? Well, I am no therapist.
Today was a day for culture. When I got up, there was no particular plan in mind, except the long list of forever chores. However, those errands are endless and can wait. Yann called to see if I cared to join him at the Royal Academy to see the exhibition of 'Treasures from Budapest".
"Mais bien sure, cher ami," of course I would dear friend.
It was a pleasant afternoon spent at the museum, practising French and adding to my knowledge of art and mysticism.
The art of 'Renaissance perspective' was first fully understood by Leonardo Da Vinci at the end of the fifteenth century, to be mastered at a later date by Rembrandt. To paint with the goal of greater realism.
Venus the Goddess of Love.
Apollo the Goddess of Art.
Artemisia Gentileschi born in 1593, daughter of a well-known Roman artist, Orazio, was one of the first women artists to achieve recognition in a male-dominated world of post-Renaissance art. The first woman to paint historical and religious scenarios.
As for the patron Saint of music, St Cecilia sang to God as she was martyred.
By Franz von Stuck 1863-1928 was 'The Kiss of the Sphinx'. Half woman, half lion; la femme fatale triumphing over men. A poem by Heinrich Heine describes the poet's simultaneous pleasure and torment as the kiss of the Sphinx drains away his lifeblood.
Ah! And The Golden Age... A time of peace and prosperity... before humankind was corrupted by greed. Well, there is greed and there is greed!
The painting that got my attention before the exit was 'Skylark' 1882 by pal Szinyei Merse, the Hungarian painter and politician.
It was surprising as this painting of a naked woman on the long grass surrounding the open space; scattered with delicate flowers of white and red poppy, a bright blue sky covered partially by white, patchy cloud was actually painted by a politician!
The painting spoke to me as I felt the warmth of the breeze touching my being on the cold, snowy day... my thoughts got redirected to overhearing a lady talking to Yann.
"I can remember seeing the replica of this same painting hanging in my grandparents' living room every time I went to visit. It brings back so many good, childhood memories." She said with a sigh.
I turned to her and asked: "Where are you from?"
"Hungary," she replied.
I left her deep in thought as I got on the double-decker bus home, watching the snowflakes fall over Green Park in the early rising darkness surrounding the city, yet glittering with Christmas decorations hanging above some streets.
A quick bite and got in my car to join Lola, Albert and co; that is their entourage of bubbly friends at The National Theatre. The drive by the Thames was glorious, especially crossing the bridge by Westminster Abbey and Big Ben through the twinkling flakes falling on the river. Tourists travel miles to see this site and here I am blessed to view it as and when I please. The traffic was... well, shit to be precise but irrelevant.
I saw Lola waving at the entrance of The Olivier Theatre, to see... 'FELA!'
Best described in the Sunday Express as 'TRIUMPHANT. A musical of rare choreographic splendour and political bite. It reveals Kuti's controversial life as an artist and political activist.'
An extravagant, decadent and rebellious world of Afrobeat.
The most amusing scene, of course in my view, was Kevin Mambo, the talented Zimbabwean-Canadian lead actor, taking out a big fat spliff, being lit by one of the incredible ass-wiggling ladies on stage!
We shared the same view as he talked of the hypocrisy which surrounds smoking an 'organic' grass that is part of some cultures. He seemed to enjoy his smoke and I can vouch that it made no difference to his superb performance. The voice of each man and woman singing on that stage was dynamic. I could not recommend it highly enough.
It was a 'school night' and we all parted, fulfilled with the joy of sharing those special moments. Darling Lola, what a night to cherish. Thank you.
This is only a small token of my thanks to you with all my love.
The following morning, was time for my last of six fencing lessons, for which I arrived on time. It was a fun and sweaty session on a cold snowy day. What I noticed, although the men fought harder, it was easier to defeat them than the ladies. Why? Well, I am no therapist.
Today was a day for culture. When I got up, there was no particular plan in mind, except the long list of forever chores. However, those errands are endless and can wait. Yann called to see if I cared to join him at the Royal Academy to see the exhibition of 'Treasures from Budapest".
"Mais bien sure, cher ami," of course I would dear friend.
It was a pleasant afternoon spent at the museum, practising French and adding to my knowledge of art and mysticism.
The art of 'Renaissance perspective' was first fully understood by Leonardo Da Vinci at the end of the fifteenth century, to be mastered at a later date by Rembrandt. To paint with the goal of greater realism.
Venus the Goddess of Love.
Apollo the Goddess of Art.
Artemisia Gentileschi born in 1593, daughter of a well-known Roman artist, Orazio, was one of the first women artists to achieve recognition in a male-dominated world of post-Renaissance art. The first woman to paint historical and religious scenarios.
As for the patron Saint of music, St Cecilia sang to God as she was martyred.
By Franz von Stuck 1863-1928 was 'The Kiss of the Sphinx'. Half woman, half lion; la femme fatale triumphing over men. A poem by Heinrich Heine describes the poet's simultaneous pleasure and torment as the kiss of the Sphinx drains away his lifeblood.
Ah! And The Golden Age... A time of peace and prosperity... before humankind was corrupted by greed. Well, there is greed and there is greed!
The painting that got my attention before the exit was 'Skylark' 1882 by pal Szinyei Merse, the Hungarian painter and politician.
It was surprising as this painting of a naked woman on the long grass surrounding the open space; scattered with delicate flowers of white and red poppy, a bright blue sky covered partially by white, patchy cloud was actually painted by a politician!
The painting spoke to me as I felt the warmth of the breeze touching my being on the cold, snowy day... my thoughts got redirected to overhearing a lady talking to Yann.
"I can remember seeing the replica of this same painting hanging in my grandparents' living room every time I went to visit. It brings back so many good, childhood memories." She said with a sigh.
I turned to her and asked: "Where are you from?"
"Hungary," she replied.
I left her deep in thought as I got on the double-decker bus home, watching the snowflakes fall over Green Park in the early rising darkness surrounding the city, yet glittering with Christmas decorations hanging above some streets.
A quick bite and got in my car to join Lola, Albert and co; that is their entourage of bubbly friends at The National Theatre. The drive by the Thames was glorious, especially crossing the bridge by Westminster Abbey and Big Ben through the twinkling flakes falling on the river. Tourists travel miles to see this site and here I am blessed to view it as and when I please. The traffic was... well, shit to be precise but irrelevant.
I saw Lola waving at the entrance of The Olivier Theatre, to see... 'FELA!'
Best described in the Sunday Express as 'TRIUMPHANT. A musical of rare choreographic splendour and political bite. It reveals Kuti's controversial life as an artist and political activist.'
An extravagant, decadent and rebellious world of Afrobeat.
The most amusing scene, of course in my view, was Kevin Mambo, the talented Zimbabwean-Canadian lead actor, taking out a big fat spliff, being lit by one of the incredible ass-wiggling ladies on stage!
We shared the same view as he talked of the hypocrisy which surrounds smoking an 'organic' grass that is part of some cultures. He seemed to enjoy his smoke and I can vouch that it made no difference to his superb performance. The voice of each man and woman singing on that stage was dynamic. I could not recommend it highly enough.
It was a 'school night' and we all parted, fulfilled with the joy of sharing those special moments. Darling Lola, what a night to cherish. Thank you.
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