English Chronicle 3

Third part

The morning was sunny; a lot of light, just the moment to buy pastries. After a while, we took the underground, then surprise: snow, freezing and… sun. One or two degrees below zero, but a lovely sun. Westminster, the Parliament, half cloudy, half sunny. An unpleasant guest: the wind, a cold and dry wind who eats your nose after making crying your eyes.

It was around twelve in the morning, we ate something in a warm place. After our coffee and dessert, we left the restaurant. And the world disappeared, a thick fog has swallowed the City, and the bridge, and us and the people. The adventure was so strange like a fantasy tale. Then suddenly the snow covered the town with a lovely white coat. Lovely but only when the sun came back. Before, the blizzard stole our ears and delivering ice instead. Then the space was square, and hypothetic, the colours exploded. A metal man opened his arms for a hug. Nothing appeared in a blank picture, all destructured, point by. And we took a glance at the space, it was a slippery surface, then one of us, fell on the floor. It was the floor of the Tate Museum.

Only after a drink, the sky turned blue and the sun appeared at the right place. From the painting, was born the false Shakespeare Theatre, the London Bridge and the one with the towers.

Happily, the world came back home…

Finally, a last information: in the Tate Museum was an exhibition out of order. But the board giving the information was in the square who delimited the work of art. Where did begin the art and when did it finish? Because the exhibition gathered a lot of people, who thought all was ok! And the museum attendant explained that really, the exhibition was out of order. Did the museum attendant belong to the work of art?

That’s all folks for today…