Got back from the Tate

Well, I finally made it to the Tate Modern.
I got there about 1800. Left at 2200. Yes, 4 hours in a museum/power station.
Conceptual art. Not too crazy about it. Here’s some of the more “conceptual” exhibits:
Yoko Ono coughing (I am NOT making this up)
A big empty room with 20 coats of white paint and a dead sparrow between double paned glass
An old telephone with a lobster glued to the receiver with its genitals where the mouth goes to the mouthpiece.
That last exhibit was a Salvador Dali piece so in that context, it actually makes sense.
However, they did have some Monets, Matisses, Warhols and the like. Even some photography from Henri Cartier-Bresson.
And that building! The scale of it! The architect was said to have designed cathedrals. In its past life, the Tate Modern, according to the tour, was a cathedral of power.
The building itself is art. Beats an upside down toilet and a bicycle wheel.