Sight-seeing with Miss T Day 2...15 9 8 (13) 25 1 23

Next we visited the Glasgow Museum of Modern Art nearby the Queen Street Railway Station, after sharing much fun visiting first the extensive Kelvin Grove Museum and Art Gallery, posing for pics before for example a statue of a Japanese Samurai Warrior brandishing his sword, my stealing a pic of Miss T from a few steps behind as she was passing a painting by one of the school of painters known as The Glasgow Boys from the turn of the twentieth century when Japanese art was becoming increasingly known and admired, a painting of a geisha in traditional kimono as viewed from behind so that my pic showed two young ladies in profile, the young one at my side infinitely more beautiful, which some months later I sent her a copy of, but not with my last comment if nevertheless complimentary. The only exhibit of note I recall was the floor space which was decorated in a pattern of distinctive alternate black and white swirls, which my artistic companion dismissed as unattractive. On my next visit to Scotland a year later this floor space had been replaced for something different...

In this way a very interesting day with my young companion ended. In the evening we returned to the Bank Street hostel and she returned to the company of her younger friends, the two Hungarians perhaps sharing a meal in maybe one of the nearby restaurants. In such a small closely knit hostel of course we met up later after I had dined on food I had prepared myself with my customary couple of holiday glasses of red wine, when the talk turned again to museums and I expressed the wish to join their party the next day to fill in the hours before my train departed Glasgow for my last night of the trip in Edinburgh, from where I should fly out early on the following day. To this suggestion she readily complied and so next morning I thought we should all four depart together. But it wasn't to be because the Hungarian couple demurred at the last minute suggesting in the sunshine it would be better to spend the day outdoors giving Miss T the option of joining them or staying with me and our original plan to visit more museums.

To my surprise and delight she chose the latter and so we set forth once again for the Hunterian just a short distance away and then a second visit to the Kelvin Grove so rich in exhibits we each wished to see a second time with less haste. And when it came to lunch time this day we dined together at the Ingram Public House nearby George Square and the railway station: a meal advertised as two for the price of one a Scottish Haggis Neeps and Tatties, the price of which I was careful to split with her though of course my first instinct was to pay the whole £6 to £7, such a small sum in any case, with which meal we each drank water.

Shortly thereafter it was time for me to go for my train and time to take my leave. We had exchanged e-mail addresses so that we each could send digital copies of the pics we had taken of one another, each with digital cameras, the last pics of the two of us sharing the meal for two and another outside with the Museum of Modern Art as background as she gave me a beaming goodbye smile. And how to take my leave: with the customary British hand-shake I had grown up with, or the simple hug “we Scandinavians” favour or possibly a kiss on each cheek the preferred goodbye of Persian friends my wife and I share, or how would be proper in Japan, such thoughts confounding my mind as I struggled to decide the best way forward. And then not quite like in the film “Lost in Translation” starring Bill Murray and Scarlet Johansson, I took her in my arms to give her the Scandinavian hug plus a kiss on her cheek when she appeared to bury herself in my embrace and accept a goodbye kiss, thereby ensuring our relationship would continue but only as one of the most bizarre imaginable..? Readers will know how to tell me this requires yet another sequel..? Have a good day everyone as I hope..?
Today's pics: 1) the floor of the Museum of Modern Art herein referred to; 2) a Triumph motorcycle of the type my brother J used to drive about which of course i could boast of driving too; 3) a specimen exhibited in The Hunterian Museum; and The Kelvingrove Museum and Art Gallery.   

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