On Monday, only four days after my Opera experience I went to the art gallery for the Monet and the Impressionists exhibitions. I felt very cultural and it was fantastic. As someone who doesn’t mind the art gallery but wouldn’t normally say I am passionate about it I was very much blown away. I am reluctant to say much more as I am sure I will make my lack of understanding about art obvious but I just loved the way they are more about painting the emotion of a place than actually getting it technicallly correct. For example, there was one painting that I looked at for awhile. I was very conscious of a person there and what they were thinking. When I looked again I realised that the person was actually more a shape but it was more a person to me than a lot of other more technically brilliant persons. if that makes sense? I also loved the colours and the light. The way Monet can paint the same thing a couple of times but at different times of day but they look so different just because of the colours. I think this may be the sort of thing my mother has been trying to tell me most of my life so I hope she does read this post. After my friend Jenny with whom I went to the gallery shouted me lunch at the Botanic gardens restaurant. Also, a very special lunch.