In 2012, I ditched my travel buddies to spend an afternoon wandering around the Tate Modern art museum in London. The exhibit I most remember featured a caravan (That’s camper to us Americans.) surrounded by personal belongings. I kept returning to it, finally deducing that we were supposed to think about what we really need in life or something like that.
However, my favorite picture from this visit showed the above guy in the big, sparse waiting area near the gift shop and exit. How diplomatic to call this a “meeting point!”
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Your image is absolutely perfect for the “word of the week”! Ha. Thanks for your visit and comment today.
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