Trashcans and Tate Modern

Alright, so here’s another installment of the long promised London coverage.
One thing I noticed in London is the mysterious absence of trashcans, or litterboxes as they may call it. Now, I didn’t get the impression that London is a very dirty city. At least not everywhere. But there are no trashcans. Even in underground stations, they urge you to take your trash with you! What the hell? But it obviously works quite well. It did work for me too, because I took my trash with me, but after clutching my empty coffee-cup for half an hour I was tempted to simply throw into the Thames. Luckily, on our way to the Tate Modern, I made a chance encounter with a trashcan, thus evading prosecution by the littering jurisdiction.

As I’ve mentioned already, we went to the Tate modern. I was quite impressed with the size of that whole building, so here’s a picture to prove it really is quite huge:

Tate modern turbine hall

But the most impressing thing was that I actually saw my most favourite sculpture in the world. Now, I’m not really a major art person, but I saw that sculpture in a book about Futurism years ago, and instantly liked it. I didn’t have a clue it was in the Tate, actually I thought I had read it had been destroyed (I later on realized that there were a few similar Boccioni sculptures which were destroyed, but they were made of plaster). It was quite a thing to see it right there in front of me. Touching it would have been even nicer, but hey, at least I was able to lick it. Haha, just kidding.