We were there primarily to see an exhibition about the Titanic- Belfast is proud of its shipbuilding, even that of what Annie calls the ‘temporary ship’. We saw bits of metal, stressed out of shape; a nightgown found floating in the sea; a silver soup tureen, dented. The opulance of the ship was staggering, too good to last; a metaphor for its time indeed.
For me, the most remarkable thing was that there was only 30 odd years between these two snapshots:
We decided against the flight simulator, and retired to the cafe for caramel squares. In smaller heads, that might have been the real reason for the visit.