Yesterday we took a boat into the river to look at buildings and betold about flying buttresses and postmodernism. Before that we saw ourselves in monochrome and admired other things that were not entirely real (and some that were -- like a glorious wall of reindeer moss -- and others, like a projection in mist -- that split the difference) at the Olafur Eliasson exhibit.
Later we waited forever for a trolley that never arrived and had drinks in a very loud bar with Journey remixes that used to be occupied by a Michael Jordan steakhouse. Eventually we found our way to a more appropriate new Italian place and had some food and sangria before bed.
Today's ambitious plans were foiled by weather and shopping. Now I'm back in Seattle for a few days again.