This is us at the hotel window, Black Mountain on the right, modest university
buildings below among trees, the new national museum on its peninsula, Lake
Burley Griffin spreading wide, and the hill with Parliament House all so
angular.
This is me strolling past Pollock's Blue Poles.
Another time perhaps it will be a picture rather than a lot of paint.
The teacher is asking the children what they can see and how the artist may have
done it.
This is the big room full of little Whistlers.
My legs are tired. I'd rather be sitting with a Whistler book on my lap.
His Venice is full of dark details and a sense of dampness, poverty and
disrepair.
Canberra is disturbingly clean, orderly, and quiet.
Each morning a hot-air balloon skims slowly over the lake, then its flame
flares, it rises above the museum and passes to the east - where I'm told a
champagne breakfast awaits them.
We test the cafes at all the museums and galleries.
The National Library's is best.
- Max Richards, now returned to Melbourne
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