Antony Gormley with a Hungarian twist

Yesterday was Friday, so we decided to meet after work and go do something fun. We arranged a meeting place near Waterloo station and then headed to a nearby gallery to see the Antony Gormley exhibit, which our friend Vlad had highly recommended. Gormley is focused on the human form and makes casts of his body, which he then arranges in various forms and puts in various places. The most interested part of this exhibit were the sculptures that he placed on top of buildings that were within a mile or so of the gallery.

Some buildings with sculptures on them:









Inside of the building were more sculptures, but the highlight for us was a room called "Blind Light." It was a clear box filled with fog, in which we wandered around, groping blindly to find our way to other people or to the walls. Here is Jim inside blind light:


And then I got in trouble for taking pictures, but that didn't stop us. After all, no one could really see us while we were inside of blind light. So here we both are inside of blind light:


It was so humid inside that we both got small afros and I had to keep wiping off my glasses. A few minutes into our time in Blind Light, we groped some random guy (you really could only see about six inches in front of you) and then then three of us followed the wall to find our way back to the entrance/exit. Then we did it all again (minus the random guy groping part).



There were two car bombs found yesterday in Central London, but that didn't seem to be stopping anyone from having a good time and yesterday evening there were lots of people out celebrating the lack of rain, the Gay Pride Parade and....Canada Day? We stumbled upon a Canada Day concert in Trafalgar Square, where an African Reggae/Rap group was playing...that didn't seem to be super Canadian to us, but what do we know about Canada.



We continued our wanderings into Soho and eventually ended up at a Hungarian restaurant (it was a very multicultural day) where we sampled chilled cherry soup. I wasn't really sure what to think about chilled cherry soup, but my chicken paprika pancakes were DELICIOUS and HEARTY.

Here I am looking not so excited about chilled cherry soup:


After dinner, stuffed and tired, we took the 139 back home again and Jim didn't even leave anything on the bus! It was a good night.