No trip to London feels complete without a stroll to the Tate — at least one of them, often both. This time around a brevity of time even for one, and yet I still seemed to take too many photos. Sometimes they turn out quite lovely like this image of the Millennium Bridge on the way, looking back toward St Paul’s.

Sound was a theme. One of the first pieces I went to down in the tanks was Nora Chipaumire’s Gadzi, which was immersive and engaging. Constructions which evoked her homeland Zimbabwe were surrounded by sound. Viewers were invited to sit on the speakers and really feel the power.

In another tank an old friend, Giacometti, but his sculptures were completely transformed by simple lighting. It really took your breath away to see them anew.

One of the highlighted exhibitions was of course Tracey Emin: once enfante terrible, now established icon. I have always struggled with Emin’s work: it makes me realise how deeply ingrained the habit ‘Don’t show them how much they hurt you’ is. Never admit your pain: a lesson Emin never learned. Or never accepted. Her strength is astonishing.

I knew the Carringtons were either on loan or not on display, but Leonor Fini’s Little Sphinx remains on display, now also with her illustrations from a deluxe edition of Rachilde’s decadent novel Monsieur Vénus.

There’s more but let’s not overwhelm you 😉