While my brother had a nicely relaxed day at home, I took myself to Cardiff on the train. I decided to just have a general wander, so left the X-T1 behind. But the iPhone insisted on coming along, so today’s report does contains some photos anyway.
After a walk down St Mary Street
I popped in to the National Museum of Wales, where I saw their new fragmentary dinosaur and a quite brilliant exhibition of photographs by Chalkie Davies from the NME covering the 70s and 80s – great stuff including formal portraits, stage shots and nicely posed images of artists ranging from David Bowie through the Sex Pistols and the Clash to Bruce Springsteen, and many many more. Well worth a visit if you’re anywhere near Cardiff. And I didn’t even know it was on, so it was a pleasant surprise.
I then went for a further wander through Cardiff’s lovely Victorian shopping arcades,including the High Street Arcade
The suspended lettering spells out “SUMMER”, in case you’re wondering. When I first entered the arcade from another entrance, I was reading it backwards and my addled little brain couldn’t quite work it out.
I took an indirect route via the more modern St David’s centre, which while impressive is somehow much less interesting than the old arcades, gravitating to the Morgan Arcade
While I was there, I stopped for the traditional espresso and toasted teacake in the excellent Plan CafÃ©.
I also visited the Cardiff Story exhibition in the Old Library, where an interactive video thingy taught me something I either never knew, or had totally forgotten. I knew that St Mary Street was named after the old church of St Mary that used to stand in that general location (it gradually collapsed after its foundations were damaged in a flood, and was replaced by a new one in another street). But I didn’t know that its outline was marked on the back wall of the Prince of Wales. So I had a look, and so it is:
And after that, I got the next train back to Pencoed.
 Though technically, it’s the old old library, as the current library replaced the one that replaced it.
 Not the actual Prince of Wales, but the Wetherspoon’s pub of that name. Though older Cardiffians will remember that it used to be a cinema known for showing, err gentlemen’s films, and was often complained about as being the first thing visitors saw when leaving the station.
 That would be me
 Always had posters with the names of the films on show. Can’t recall any, but I don’t think they were the kind of thing shown at the Odeon