Pat and Manfred Lindner blew into town on their way back to Munich. They’d just missed the Night Festival on the weekend, but many of the light installations were still up. Fluorescent mobiles hung from large trees in the Civic District, revolving, carousel-like, overhead; oversized paper lanterns hung along Stamford Road in vibrant hues, like elongated origami stars; purple chandeliers, crystalline flower each, blooming all over the gardens of the Armernian Church (in the churchyard Pat finds one tombstone of a former French Consul); the steps of SOTA filled with paper lotuses, each petal painted with blacklight paint. under torchlight the colours emerge from white, for a single heartbeat, then washes away to nothingness. And outside the National Musuem, on a towering banyan tree, three illuminated gauze bird sculptures, luminous and eerie, gazing implacably down on us.
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