small travel

Spent the weekend in London, walking everywhere. Cherry tree on Judd Street was fruiting, mostly eaten by blackbirds (and people who could reach the lower branches). I went to the Royal Academy Summer Show and made many small drawings. My boots and I were tired out by Sunday afternoon.

These mews appeared unexpectedly. Mews--what used to be stables (mews were where hawks and falcons were kept) behind great houses. I think they are my favorite kinds of houses here.

Everyone was in the park (this is Green Park) to enjoy the sun. Behind us there were boys playing a miniature game of cricket, badly. But the arc of the bowler's body is graceful and a joy to watch [ed.: see comment; here's evidence of my Americanness contaminating my perspective! In baseball, a pitcher; in cricket a bowler].

A reminder, found on Picadilly.

Cy Twombly lithographs in TATE Modern.