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Tea at the Tate

This afternoon I went to look at the Gauguin exhibition at the Tate Modern. I got almost half-way through before Museum Fatigue took over (this genuinely exists!) But I wasn't worried, because earlier this very same day I'd become a member of the Tates - convenient. I can now return whenever my heart desires to peruse the paintings. I can also take my tea in the members lounge (when the restaurant on the floor above is too full or, maybe, too noisy?)

This is an average picture of the view. It misses out most of the buildings, doesn't include the river and, if I'm honest, had to be severely cropped because I couldn't have been bothered to actually stand up and take the photo, so got to include the woman sitting at the table next to the window! But it does give you an idea - ish.

St. Pauls features quite prominently in this image, as it should. Actually at night / 4ish when it gets dark, and all the lights come on, the view from up here is quite magical.

My scone & tea (I'll have you know that this was the best scone, as decided by the man who spent a good few minutes choosing it out for me!)


Lucky


Ps. to all those who say that Londoners are grumpy: today, on the train while listening to my ipod a random stranger mouthed to me, for no reason, that I had nice eyes. It took me a few repeats to work out what he was saying (I didn't take my ear-phones out) but, it put a smile on my face :)

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