The End

The title of the fourth plinth in Trafalgar Square, a monument to hubris and impending collapse says the artist Heather Phillipson. Indeed. There is also hope, perhaps represented by the cherry.
Central London was almost deserted at 10am with a small queue for the National Gallery. Short circuited the main route to seek out  Beuckelaer’s The Four Elements, and Piombo’s sleeping Joseph, it’s officially called something much longer; it always used to remind of R, and now my son although in the latter’s case he looks far too young. It’s the portrayal of exhausted new fatherhood that I recognise. Finished up with the ‘beyond impressionists’ noticing a couple of new additions since I was last there in the early 2000s.
Walked to Covent Garden and onwards towards Holborn where because time was limited I got the Tube to the Barbican. The last time I was here was 1983 and a young unknown Mark Rylance was playing Peter Pan. This time it was Anything Goes which was just tremendous, the audience on its feet at the interval. Sutton Foster reprising the role of Reno Sweeney after ten years, such energy, with Robert Lindsey (71) and Felicity Kendal (who didn’t have to sing much, and never on her own). Foster was simply electric and seemed to be enjoying every minute. 
A walk around Bayswater and Kensington Gardens before a picnic supper while watching a Youtube interview  with Foster (46) about managing motherhood, pandemic restrictions and moving her family to London for the summer.