“The society which has abolished every kind of adventure makes its own abolition the only possible adventure.” Paris, May 1968


Tuesday, 3 April 2012

I could do this for a living.

A gentle and pleasurable day out with her indoors today. The train to Vauxhall and noting the points where two of London's lost rivers, the Tyburn and Efra, flow into the Thames we stroll across the bridge. Once on the north bank we pay a visit to the Dolphin Estate once home to Christine Keeler and assorted Tory MPs of her acquaintance. From the 1930s splendour of this estate we make our way to the Tate to savour Patrick Keiller's installation. We spend hours in the gallery. In fact our visit is interrupted by a fire evacuation so we decamp to another of London's iconic landmarks, the Regency Cafe just up the road. After a decent fry up in the Regency followed by a swift pint in The Speaker on the corner of Perkins Rents and Great Peter Street. we walked back to the Tate to find that the emergency was over and that we could continue perusing The Migrations exhibition and Keiller's fascinating installation. I could do this for a living!

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