Fridays are even better when Tim has the day off. We were able to do London during the business hours, which is far more pleasant and less jam-packed full of fuckwits compared to the weekends.
We started out with the Turner Whistler Monet exhibit, which is not at the Tate Modern (much to my embarrassment), but at the Tate Britain. The exhibit focused on works set in London, Paris, and Venice. Monet’s sunsets are amazing. And Whistler’s watercolors were equally impressive. It’s insane how polluted London must have been back in the 1800’s, as their imagery can attest to. We learned that Londoners used to drink the Thames water! It must have been such a nasty place. Wait: it still is. Let’s just say that it wouldn’t be my last weekend in London if I didn’t step in dog shit.
After the exhibit, we had a very nice walk around London, took some touristy photos, and enjoyed an excellent long lunch at Carlucchio’s. That I managed to drink two glasses of red wine just hours after last night’s festivities is a testament to my rock star prowess.
And the Spaghetti Vongole? Divine!
It was snowing sporadically throughout the entire day. SNOW! in London! It’s a wonderful thing.
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