Life of the marionettes
Last bank holiday Monday, I walked down to Tate Modern and passed these elegantly dressed girls doing their street performance in between St Paul’s Cathedral and Norman Foster’s Millennium Bridge. I stopped in my tracks to admire the intricate marionettes and their tiny world inside a suitcase. Neither of the girls wavered from their passionate focus upon the pair of marionettes performing “Foggy Days”. When I returned, several hours later, a large crowd had formed and the girls maintained the same implacable concentration, with heads bowed, as the marionettes continued their endlessly repeating performance miming to “Foggy Days”. I wonder who these girls are and if they recorded the song themselves? I hope we see them round Spitalfields some day soon because the intensity of their strange performance got under my skin, and I need to see it again.