Tuesday, 19 July 2011
Lorna and Caravaggio
That done, and done beautifully, just as we'd anticipated, we headed off to the exhibit of Caravaggio and his peers, neither of us knowledgeable but willing to do the tour before we hit the Gift Shop.
It was a breathtaking exhibit, glowing with light, depicting sly card players and fortune tellers alongside Mary Magdalene (in her previous role as, if not prostitute, at least languorous courtesan) and St Cecilia watched by her guardian angel while a young man turned her into a martyr. I still know very little about the peers in the exhibit as there were way too many people to get to read the accompanying notes, but, strangely, I don't feel the loss. Just seeing this exhibit was magical.
Of course, being me, being her, my friend and I did hit the Gift Shop, but where years ago we would have been looking at Caravaggio-inspired scarves and jewellery, now in our granniness we spent all our time looking at toys and books for kids. And buying toys and books for kids.
It was a fine day.