{"id":2889,"date":"2017-08-04T21:10:15","date_gmt":"2017-08-04T20:10:15","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.psyctc.org\/pelerinage2016\/?p=2889"},"modified":"2017-08-04T21:10:15","modified_gmt":"2017-08-04T20:10:15","slug":"revisiting-and-the-present-day-france-london-and-japan-well-hokusai","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.psyctc.org\/pelerinage2016\/revisiting-and-the-present-day-france-london-and-japan-well-hokusai\/","title":{"rendered":"Revisiting and the present day: France, London and Japan (well Hokusai)"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>It really is quite an odd feeling revisiting such a once in a lifetime adventure a year on.\u00a0 As with the adventure itself, it&#8217;s proving quite unpredictable: both lovely and a bit unsettling.<\/p>\n<p>Day three a year ago was Calais to Montreuil and the first full day out of the UK.\u00a0 It was quite a challenge with cool to cold headwinds and a constant roll up and down of little hills as I first headed off down the minor roads near the coast.\u00a0 By late morning I decided there were no real gains in terms of views, as the sea was out of sight to my right, and I opted to turn sharply inland before hooking back onto a more major but still unthreatening road south.\u00a0 I think this was the day that I started to be aware that I was going to need quite a lot of food (though the perhaps the pound shop chocolate was really the first acknowledgement of that).\u00a0 That was a bit of a challenge as I had been more oriented to thinking of losing weight, or trying to avoid gaining it, for a few years by then.<\/p>\n<p>I can remember two grub stops, one at a large hypermarket in the middle of nowhere where I stocked up with food, and the other in a tiny hamlet whose name I&#8217;d lost.\u00a0 However, coming to 2017 and by the technlogical miracle that GPS in my &#8216;phone stamped the EXIF data in my &#8216;photos with latitude and longitude, and the complementary miracle that I can just type those into Google maps and, hey presto, I find that the lovely little church which persuaded me to stop and munch some more was at Le Wast<\/p>\n<figure id=\"attachment_46\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-46\" style=\"width: 169px\" class=\"wp-caption alignleft\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"size-medium wp-image-46\" src=\"http:\/\/www.psyctc.org\/pelerinage2016\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/08\/2016-08-04-13.16.17-169x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"169\" height=\"300\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.psyctc.org\/pelerinage2016\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/08\/2016-08-04-13.16.17-169x300.jpg 169w, https:\/\/www.psyctc.org\/pelerinage2016\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/08\/2016-08-04-13.16.17-84x150.jpg 84w, https:\/\/www.psyctc.org\/pelerinage2016\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/08\/2016-08-04-13.16.17.jpg 337w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 169px) 100vw, 169px\" \/><figcaption id=\"caption-attachment-46\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">Church door Le Wast<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n<figure id=\"attachment_47\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-47\" style=\"width: 300px\" class=\"wp-caption alignright\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"size-medium wp-image-47\" src=\"http:\/\/www.psyctc.org\/pelerinage2016\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/08\/2016-08-04-13.16.31-300x169.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"169\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.psyctc.org\/pelerinage2016\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/08\/2016-08-04-13.16.31-300x169.jpg 300w, https:\/\/www.psyctc.org\/pelerinage2016\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/08\/2016-08-04-13.16.31-768x432.jpg 768w, https:\/\/www.psyctc.org\/pelerinage2016\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/08\/2016-08-04-13.16.31-150x84.jpg 150w, https:\/\/www.psyctc.org\/pelerinage2016\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/08\/2016-08-04-13.16.31-450x253.jpg 450w, https:\/\/www.psyctc.org\/pelerinage2016\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/08\/2016-08-04-13.16.31.jpg 800w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px\" \/><figcaption id=\"caption-attachment-47\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">Detail of door<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Another nice trick means I can just paste that information in here so you can look at <a href=\"https:\/\/www.google.co.uk\/maps\/place\/50%C2%B045'00.4%22N+1%C2%B048'09.0%22E\/@50.7528382,1.7994945,15.88z\/data=!4m5!3m4!1s0x0:0x0!8m2!3d50.7500992!4d1.8024861\">the location on Google maps<\/a> if that appeals to you. I can see I am going to have to do some more sleuthing to get better at handling these images and going back to mapping things.<\/p>\n<p>But what about today?\u00a0\u00a0 I think I can&#8217;t do this revisiting to the exclusion of the present day and perhaps I really need to bounce back and forward between last year and this to start to link the two into a more coordinated and fertile meld.\u00a0 It helps that today was a bit of a pilgrimage day and it involved a bit of cycling too though only a 19.8km round trip from home to the British Museum.<\/p>\n<p>This was another of my trips with my daughter.\u00a0 I had persuaded her that she really should see the amazing exhibition of Hokusai&#8217;s work before it finishes Sunday week (13\/8\/17).\u00a0 This was my visit and each time I&#8217;ve been it been absolutely packed, you crawl around in a long queue moving very, very slowly as everyone, or pretty much everyone, is locked into the amazing prints and paintings.\u00a0 It&#8217;s that packed despite access for non-members, who are paying quite a lot (\u00a312) to get in, being rationed to keep it from being unbearable.\u00a0 It makes having paid for family membership at the BM a joy as we can just walk in and join the tail of the queue.<\/p>\n<p>I&#8217;m not sure I&#8217;ve ever found myself getting round an exhibition so slowly, and in such a millipede of fellow gawpers.\u00a0 Oddly it brings back memories from young teenage years in the very same museum going to the famous Tutankhamun exhibition (hm, bit of sleuthing: 1972, so I was 15).<\/p>\n<p>I had warned daughter of the queue and she&#8217;d worried that she might kill someone as, like me, she doesn&#8217;t like people in her personal space nor being constrained by a crowd in what she can do.\u00a0 I probably shouldn&#8217;t have worried but I was relieved that she was completely engrossed.\u00a0 I guess we found ourselves talking about probably over 80% of the exhibits as we went around, mostly alongside each other.\u00a0 Hokusai has a very high and sacred position in my odd pantheon of humans who have fundamentally changed my way of seeing and experiencing the world and its possibilities.\u00a0 I think, perhaps hence the recollection of Tutankhamun, that probably goes back to around that time, perhaps earlier.\u00a0 I know I went to a Ukiyoe exhibition (BM again I&#8217;m pretty sure) with my father at some point in my teens or student years, but I think that was bit later.<\/p>\n<p>This huge exhibition seemed very well curated to me and I learned a lot I hadn&#8217;t known about my hero.\u00a0 One thing was how often he had changed his name, ending up with Gakyo Rojin: &#8220;old man, crazy to paint&#8221; (and daughter suggests I should now be dubbed &#8220;old man, crazy to cycle&#8221;!)\u00a0 I also learned for the first time just how deeply his particular Buddhist faith had influenced him and that a part of it was, or became, a deep belief that all things, animate and inanimate, have a spiritual meaning and connectedness. I wonder if something of that has always communicated to me from his works.\u00a0 As I did a lot on the ride a year ago, I am pondering exactly what that means to me but boy it does hit a chord for me.\u00a0 That&#8217;s something I was able to immerse myself in on the ride last year but something I find harder to touch and hold in the pressures and mundane artificialities that so easily become my life day to day when I don&#8217;t grasp opportunities as we did today.<\/p>\n<p>If you can, and can bear the queue and have some hours in London between now and Sunday week: I&#8217;d recommend the exhibition.\u00a0 Ouch, <a href=\"http:\/\/www.britishmuseumshoponline.org\/exhibition-tickets\/hokusai-beyond-the-great-wave\/invt\/mexhokusai?cmpid=ppc|mktg|889044132|e|hokusai%20british%20museum&amp;gclid=EAIaIQobChMI7rXlham-1QIVZZPtCh3WXgxyEAAYASAAEgIypvD_BwE\">sold out<\/a>: if you can afford it, buying BM membership will get you in, I honestly think it would be worth the money but clearly I&#8217;m hopelessly enamoured of Hokusai and his work.\u00a0 If that&#8217;s not on, I can also recommend pointing a bike towards Santiago de Compostella, or any other reasonably distant, transcendent, target, or starting to plan that.\u00a0 Electric bikes are fine by the way!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>It really is quite an odd feeling revisiting such a once in a lifetime adventure a year on.\u00a0 As with the adventure itself, it&#8217;s proving quite unpredictable: both lovely and a bit unsettling. Day three a year ago was Calais to Montreuil and the first full day out of the UK.\u00a0 It was quite a &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/www.psyctc.org\/pelerinage2016\/revisiting-and-the-present-day-france-london-and-japan-well-hokusai\/\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading <span class=\"screen-reader-text\">Revisiting and the present day: France, London and Japan (well Hokusai)<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-2889","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorised"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.psyctc.org\/pelerinage2016\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2889","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.psyctc.org\/pelerinage2016\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.psyctc.org\/pelerinage2016\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.psyctc.org\/pelerinage2016\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.psyctc.org\/pelerinage2016\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=2889"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/www.psyctc.org\/pelerinage2016\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2889\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2890,"href":"https:\/\/www.psyctc.org\/pelerinage2016\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2889\/revisions\/2890"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.psyctc.org\/pelerinage2016\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2889"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.psyctc.org\/pelerinage2016\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2889"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.psyctc.org\/pelerinage2016\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2889"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}