Tuesday I decided to relax after class since yesterday was, as you will soon see, riddiculous. We had to go to the theatre for Modernism though. I decided to head over early to Leicester Square so that I could stop at this shop called Fopp. They sell books, movies, and music, must of which is greatly discounted. After getting a few things, I continued on to the theatre. We were to see Arcadia by Tom Stoppard. I'd never seen it before. IT WAS AMAZING. It was far better than any other Stoppard I'd ever seen, and is probably in the top 5 plays I've ever seen. It was witty, quirky, smart, sad, funny....just amazing.
Yesterday was our combined field trip, and it was riddiculous. We had to meet Viv, Pericles, and Prof Cooke at Charing Cross, but of course the way Viv told us we could get there didn't actually work (we had to take two different lines instead of just going to a different station and only taking one). Luckily, our train out to Bexleyheath was smooth. First we saw Red House, which is this post Gothic pre Arts and Crafts house designed by Philip Webb for William Morris. It was a pretty cool house, but our tour guide was riddiculous. She also conveniently forgot to mention that Rosetti was sleeping with Morris' wife whenever she talked about him.
We then got a coach which took us to Lewis. There was a castle there, which was cool. I totally got disorented while I was wandering around and ended up completely in the wrong side of town. They had to hold the bus for me because I ended up being 15 minutes late by the time I got turned in the right direction and back to the bus. It was so embaressing!
The coach took us to Monk House, which was Viriginia and Lenard Woolf's house. It was there that she drowned herself. Pericles gave us a little informal tour, and we hung out in the garden for a bit. The apples from the trees there were excellent. From there we went to a random 11th century church- St. Michaels and All Saints. No one really explained why we went there though, and we finally learned that the murals in there were done by Virginia's sister Vanessa Bell.
Our last stop was Charleston, the country house that Vanessa Bell, Duncan Grant (her good, gay friend), his lover, her sons, and, after the first war, her husband (who was husband only in name). It reminded me of Kelmscott Manor in that is was overdecorated in a way. We also all decided that she would not be famous at all if it weren't for her sister and the other famous people she hung out with.
In the coach back, Viv kept passing food back for us, but I was still starving when I got home. It was just such a long day though. We left HPH at 8:30am and didn't get back til 10:15pm. Whew!
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