we landed. in town. busy roads, ambulance sirens, crowds of people, robots (as the traffic lights are called here) fences, gates & security personal.
The National Gallery is found. We wait. We go for a walk, past outdoor churches and the Book Cafe, back past the closed tourist information to the National Gallery. We wait. It turns out that the installation is locked into the director’s office until tomorrow. Let’s hope it works without problems. We wait. And hope.