It's complicated.

Yesterday I posted you pictures of an empty room. In that room there had been a refreshing breeze. That was the rather pleasing work and the point of the photo.

Today art got me all confused. You see, we were looking at photographs of sacrificial rites, lots of blood and the like. And there, right in front of it, was a cleaner making rather a big deal of cleaning up what looked like blood. I suspected a performance piece - Especially as the mopping seemed to be causing him so much trouble. Then, (whilst looking at a piece called Where To Draw The Line) I saw a man with a bleeding foot.

So who knows.

Today I have rode on a bus and a tram but no bike. As we are getting the ICE train to Paris tomorrow Nordie is back in his bag. As I was packing him away a lady came up to compliment my hair and ask if I was Swedish. Which was nice.