I spent part of the afternoon attending a community art club for the homeless who come once a month to look at one of our exhibitions and then make art work inspired by it. I found it unexpectedly therapeutic to be encouraged to look carefully at the work, talk about it and comment on its meaning – not much different from what art historians do, but maybe undertaken with a more open mind. We ended under the chandelier, which looked, as was pointed out, full of bling in the evening light:-