The Wonders of Tate [open] Jun 17, 2017 13:20:35 GMT -6
Post by Deleted on Jun 17, 2017 13:20:35 GMT -6
It was Monday in late morning. Winnie had decided to treat herself with the very rare day off, closing down the greenhouse to treat herself to a day of creativity. While she didn't excel at the arts herself all that well (she was more of a herbology and charms kind of girl), it certainly didn't stop her from admiring it. While she wasn't too keen on the more modern and contemporary art that she found in Muggle museums now and again, her favorite was definitely anything old and classical. It just had this way about it that made you want to sit and think and soak it up, you know? So that's exactly what she was going to do today. Winnie had already addressed her needs for a good cup of tea and a Russian tea cake, and now that breakfast was out of the way, she made her way for the museum of her choice. Lucky for all Londoners, there were quite a few art museums at their fingertips, so she decided to visit one that she hadn't been to yet.
The rows of ionic columns from the outside gave her a good feeling about what would lie in store for her and the other viewers on the inside. Surely, she wasn't disappointed. One step inside Tate and a wide, clear, open room welcomed her. It sort of had the same aroma here that you found in an old library or bookstore. Slightly musty, but with natural lighting near the entryway before the rooms broke off into sections where one could find a wide variety of art and colour. Yes, this day was most welcomed indeed. She took a deep inhale, let it out, smiled, and made her way towards the first room of paintings.