Leg of Lamb

As a small, but important, consolation to our increasingly shorter days (we've just passed the darkness-before-four-o'clock barrier), many streets, greens, and parks are lit up with pretty Christmas lights and displays which make London brighter and cheerier. I met Bob at Bond Street station today, and this nearby display was a good example of such "evening" (and by that I mean 4:05 P.M.) cheer:

When we visited a few galleries in this general area earlier in the week, Bob asked if we were going to the meat gallery. When I responded with a confused look, he said, "You know, the leg of lamb gallery--what's it called again?" Well, he almost got the name right--and it is one of the strangest gallery names we've encountered so far (but apparently that still doesn't make it memorable in Bob's books): Haunch of Venison. Named after the hidden-away street on which it's located, I'm sure I've mentioned the gallery before on these pages, since it often hosts interesting exhibitions, but beyond that, it's simply a gorgeous gallery space, with three airy levels connected by an equally beautiful staircase. Every time we're there, we always talk about how the gallery would make an incredible private home. Anyway, we didn't visit the gallery on that occasion, but popped in today for a look at the current exhibit, the sheer volume of which covered the expansive gallery walls like chaotic wallpaper (and yet my favourite piece was one of the simplest). As we exited Haunch of Venison Yard, I noticed this nearly blank wall,

and a little further along, I also liked the way this parking garage looked, lit up in the dark.