
Queen Mary 2 heads into gleaming seas as we savor the afternoon
sun of our first sea day. My efforts to send daily updates to this site
soon had to be abandoned, and a more leisurely pace obtained. Here I
have tried to catch the section of glass flooring on the bridge, an
opening looking directly to the upper Observation Deck below, and the
ship's side.

Another passenger making an image, intent on capturing that afternoon
light.


Here appeared for the first time class segregation outside of the dining
rooms, Deck 11 aft. I did not begrudge anyone the compensation: Britannia
Restaurant was decoratively more interesting than the Grills. Since
this is 21st century sea travel we are called "guests," not
passengers, though I greatly prefer the latter term. As John Maxtone-Graham
has pointed out, guests do not pay.

Good Morning America crew getting B-roll in the Grand Lobby.

While on deck we are chasing a sky of fire.

That lurid circle is actually a light source in the Library.


Stephen Payne's "touch of Independence", or of any
ship with a traditional docking bridge. This was Alan's favorite daytime
spot.

And Mr. Payne's three-deck stair to Deck 8, evoking no other liner I've
been on.

Crew members enjoying a respite. This aft portion of Deck 13 is the
perfect spot for a crew space, subverting any tinge of class notions
by allowing those in service to look down on those they serve for a
change.

The Broadway Cafe on Deck 12, a popular sunning spot. I was foolish
in this sun and got quite lobstery.

The pleasures of the verandah.

Afternoon constitutional, snoozy reading, and the ship boils her way
westwards at about 25 knots.

Ever the photogene, QM2.

A Good Morning America cameraman obliges these USC fans, celebrating
the Rose Bowl game nearly three weeks previous.

Later, the QM2 steel logo invites us to take a stroll ...

... from port to starboard ...

... where GMA and other photographers are back hard at work.


Unique among QM2 stair towers, B has this skylight at its summit,
recalling the earliest days of sea travel when decklights provided much
needed light to the dark reaches of a ship's hull-bound interior.

Ship influences are busting out all over, and here we are looking at
the Payne hommage to Rotterdam of 1959.

Dusk, and there's still a roll underfoot. The pools were handsomely
laid out, but I swam only once on QM2, finding the pool impossibly
crowded, or netted over, or me with an agenda of someplace I thought
I just had to be.

Starboard side counterpart to the one with a P on it for Princess, the
maitre d's stand at the Queen's Grill entrance.

a study in circles as I try in vain to photograph every square inch
of the ship

A dining room entrance in less-restrained style: Britannia.



Some may tap QM2's columns and find them hollow, but a discreet
touch of this vase at the dining room's entrance gives off the cool
solidity that can only be real alabaster.

Bas-relief detailing surrounding Britannia's lower level.

Glass mural in the grand corridor evokes Normandie glass treatments.

Nearby, South America as one of the four bas-relief murals (rumored
to be fibreglass -- no tapping!)

Cunard lion and Inca god.

The North American mural. I prefered the glass/gilt works to either
side. These continental wall adornments were more enjoyable to me conceptually
than visually; ultimately such a dogged representational approach to
collage ends up hackneyed and unconvincing.


Wheelchair lift to the 1.5 Deck corridor.

Queen's Room formalism, an enormous public space that functions well
for tea and dancing.

Side gallery seating in Queen's Room.

Long processional run downhill to G32. Revelers seeking Outkast and
Jay-Z must first walk past Queen Mary 2's big band playing
dance tunes for an older demographic.

The archway with its illuminated circles, a reprise of a theme first
taken up in the Grand Lobby.

At the entrance to the ship's disco, a bowl of roses for a Queen, with
murals to educate passengers on the regal namesake of the room, not
the ship.

Commerce on Queen Mary 2 was driven more by the Mayfair shops
(particularly regarding Maiden Voyage-associated items), though the
starboard side Gallery had works on display.

A wide enough space that art browsers, along with foot traffic, and
those seeking a quiet chair looking out on the water, can all happily
coexist.

Maritime art by James Flood, with non-sacred works also available.

The Chart Room was occasionally taken over for art auctions ...

... but most often left to its best intended use.

A capacious social center in ocean liner grand style.
Sir Samuel's is a wine bar across from the Chart Room.


Decoratively this is my favorite room, though I never put a dent in
one of those chairs.

In vino veritas, with a mural and furnishings to stir thoughts of an
Italian liner of the 1950s.

Chart Room and Grand Corridor.

B stairs between 6 and 7 Decks.
Time for a sunset stroll:



We are in the kind of latitudes where a sunset swim in open air can
be just the thing before dinner: Pavilion Pool & Bar.

The Pavilion's retractable roof from topside: the sliding roof will
keep this space alive on cooler crossings of the Atlantic.

Deck 13 sun space spans the ship's unprecedented width.

The Regatta Bar, a favorite spot for refreshment after athletic endeavour.

My Waterloo, a fine place for death match struggles between Juan and
me, which he usually won. Once we were shooting when we noticed that
a GMA crew was training their lens upon us: we proceeded to
throw up brick after brick, unable to sink a basket for b-roll.

This is a formal night, and the Grand Corridor is set up for sessions
with the ship's photographer.

Juan and I preferred to use the self-timer on a late-night tour of Britannia,
but the spirit was the same: you dress up, you get your picture taken.

It was fun to come into the dining rooms at night and see the places
all laid out, to get a feel for other sections of this enormous room.

More alabaster and a lovely curve to the stairway.

A grand corner in a grand room.
Tomorrow we dock in Barbados, our sequential sea days at an end.