London is particularly beautiful towards the end of summer – some sunshine even with cloudy days, which really remind me of Magritte’s paintings. There were so many terrific exhibitions going on, and I ended up with museum fatigue close to the fifth or sixth day but I powered through. Exhibition FOMO must exist outside of me. Some exhibitions turned out to be loads better than others, and I even saw an exhibition that resulted in my Master’s acceptance. When I look back, I am very grateful that I ended up going to London (though a little daunted and reluctant in the beginning, since I’ve always had a tenuous relationship with the city.) However, I am pleased to report that I am liking it a little more than I have in the past. Hooray for quelling an out-of-date sentiment.