We travelled to London, we finally arrived at Russell Square and to my delight there is a 'Carluccio's Cafe', love that man and his coffee.
Around the corner ...
to The Foundling Museum.
I was expecting to be a little melancholy viewing the exhibits, but I must admit to becoming upset at times. One Registration paper, documenting the clothing of a child had 'meanly draped' written at the bottom and this really hit home. (Picture below).As photography is not allowed, I bought the Exhibition Book. I so desperately wanted to pick the exhibit Ledgers up and leaf through there textural goodness. The hand written script, the wax seals, the crumpled, folded paper of the 1700's, I could tell that the feel of each book was a joy to behold. It fills me with sorrow though, that the contents hold stories of so many lives filled with sadness and loss.


















I took all my drawing paraphernalia with me, but only managed one or two drawings.
Change of subject...A couple of 'makes' to show you...


