Saturated

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In amongst the Gothic architecture, vaulted ceilings and high windows in St Vitus’ Cathedral, Prague, is a saturation of colour from mosaics, wall-paintings and art nouveau glass.

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Colour stains the stone walls, rains down on the visiting tourists.

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April 2017.

Palermo

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I need to dig out my holiday photos from Palermo a few years ago, but here’s a cheat: web photos of the amazing Oratorio Di Santa Zita. Whipped cream a go-go.

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Eat Sweat Play

So, so important, and reading this was a revelation that I don’t like exercise but do like sport:

For men, sport and exercise are all part of the same active continuum, but for women they are presented as two very distinct things. Exercise, with its approved end-goal of delivering you a better body, is revered for twenty-first-century women…

Sweating for sport [my emphasis] is not seen as beautiful. It’s raison d’etre strays too far from appearance…It’s…about grit and determination, not losing a few pounds or looking great but absolutely wiping the floor with your opponents. It’s about winning, showing aggression, being competitive, openly rejoicing and being proud in doing all of these things.

For more read the rest of Anna Kessel’s Eat Sweat Play. I completely agree with her analysis and I’m not sure I’d have got through previous hard times without the mental confidence from fencing. I also don’t think it’s any coincidence that my performance st work skyrocketed and I began thinking of myself differently once I took myself off the training sessions and onto the piste.

St Paul’s

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Probably my favourite building in all of London. I love it in every weather: on a cold winter day with blue skies and big clouds

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on a grey morning where it blends in with the Victorian and 1950s offices on Ludgate Hill

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or on an unexpectedly golden afternoon.

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All photos December 2016.

The Morgan Library

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Possibly my favourite place in New York, as I wasn’t sure whether to go there on the last day, but found myself glad that I had. The walk up to midtown to get there was interesting, and the reward was possibly the most opulent building I’ve seen

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and an array of exhibitions covering 1960s Paris, the Brontes, Martin Luther’s 95 Theses  and the devotional art of Memling.

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All photos October 2016.

Jerusalem

One of the things I found strangest in the States was that museums were expensive to get into, but the price would include automatic entry to all shows and the ability to take as many photos as you like. In contrast, British institutions are free, but a single exhibition might cost £15 and you can spend £10 on postcards of things you don’t really want.

Currently on at The Met is an exhibition on the material culture of Jerusalem from 1000 – 1400, which thanks to the suggested entry fee policy I got to enjoy for $1. Each area in the exhibition is grouped thematically rather than chronologically, and whilst I wouldn’t say it aims to give a detailed history of the Crusades, it does really conjure up what the life of the elite must have looked and felt like during this period through the choice of stunning objects on display.

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Lemon pop

Because how could you not feel happy looking at these, and we all need a bit of yellow to lift us through the SAD.

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I actually went down an Internet rabbit hole looking for a magazine image I couldn’t find, but I found these instead. Images a mix of internet finds from Remodelista.com and Pinterest, and my own photos on the hoof.