There was a little boy, about one and a half chortling gleefully about the little strings on posts that the Tate Modern had so kindly provided for him to run his hands along as he walked.
Something for everyone there.
Tomorrow the painting starts.
Bring it on.
ps. youngest is right. I really really like blue paintings.
maybe that's why I love the Bahamas so much. All that blue as far as the eye can see.