Quiet

Isn't it magical how the city, any city, can burst with life all week and look pretty much dead on a Sunday? And of course, that's the best time to go around. I went to the Leonardo's Drawings exhibition at the art gallery today and I am planning on visiting again, seeing they didn't print out postcards of the drawings and so I should try and imprint my memory as best as I can with, say, the skull perhaps?