Pride

King’s Road, Brighton

We went to Rottingdean for their annual village fête on the day of the Pride parade this year, forgetting that there would be lots of road closures, so we wound up walking home to Hove from the Marina. Along the way, we met some of the celebrants who were happy to have their pictures taken.

3 O’clock

National Gallery, London

We went to see the Zurbaràn exhibit at the National Gallery, which featured quite a few crucifixions in deep chiaroscuro. I was curious to see this detail, the shadow cast by the nails in Christ’s feet tell us the time was 3 o’clock, the biblically recorded time of the event.

Foule

Buckingham Palace, London

We took the train into Victoria, then made the mistake of walking to the National Gallery past Buckingham Palace just as the changing of the guard was set to begin. We were penned in and were allowed to go neither forward nor backward for about 20 minutes, stuck in a crowd of tourists with volunteers warning of pickpockets. But, of course, nothing can be said to have happened unless it’s been captured on a phone.

Greetings, Citizens of the New Magicians of the Queens

South Street, Chichester

This is a Google translation – I was unable to do better with other online translation services but I feel like the noviomagorum is being translated in an non-idiomatic way… and not how you expect to be greeted for pizza.