What to do with 48-ish hours in Glasgow, apart from a Detour with Elvis Costello? A * denotes was done for free. Loads of amateur photies ahead.
The 10:15 train from Edinburgh: It’s beginning to look a lot like summer.
George Square* with City Chambers in background: The pink banners read “People Make Glasgow” (and also strange marketing campaigns)
City Chambers*: Mosaics and marble all around this civic building.
Elevenses at Cranberry’s: The List suggested we’d find “top-notch cakes.” Agreed! This was our cherry almond frangipane, served a wee bit warmed-up.
Trades Hall*, Robert Adam, architect (1791): A bench in the front hall features these carvings.
Bench picnic of our packed pieces in Kelvingrove Park*: Sunscreen was slathered.
Kelvingrove Art Gallery & Museum*: A civic treasure
Of course, he might just be a boy sitting in a meadow focused on his iPod.
Along with the art, the Kelvingrove has lots of other stuff. Yes, that is a real Spitfire, apparently menacing those stuffed animals.
At least there isn’t a giant squid hanging up there. Now, supper at Hutchesons:
ELVIS COSTELLO wuz here — and so were we.
For an account of the Elvis Costello concert, see our previous post. For the record: R successfully predicted the opening song – “(The Angels Wanna Wear My) Red Shoes” – and E called the finale – “(What’s So Funny Bout) Peace, Love and Understanding.” Both with parentheses – cool!