I took Oki to the Tate Modern the other day. We checked out the big clocks and columns at St Paul's Cathedral on the way, crossed the wobbly bridge, then ran into the gallery to escape the cold.
Inside, Oki had a great time running about, quacking away and generally not taking much notice of the art! The one comment he did make was about this piece by Lucio Fontana. He said, "Oh no, torn cushion" with a sad face.