Art life

To the Dean Gallery (or Modern 2 as I suppose we should learn to call it) on the penultimate Sunday of the Escher exhibition, which we thoroughly enjoyed, in spite of the crowds. I hadn't appreciated quite how much fine detail was in the originals, nor how luminous (as a consequence) some of the pictures would be in the flesh.  The photo is looking up the stairwell on the way out.

Travelled (unoriginally, but well) via the Stockbridge Sunday market for lunch, and the Dean Cemetery  (the extra photo would have been "Early autumn in the cemetery")