Lunch is Dim Sum!
The buns, above, were light an fluffy. Not at all as they usually are, that is, something meant for stopping a hole in a dike.
Now off to the Tate to see some Turner!
UPDATE:
I couldn’t take photos in the Tate Britain, but … wow… the exhibit focused on Turner’s last 16 years. It was amazing.
After Turner, we went to Westminster Cathedral for the Sung Mass. They hadn’t been in the place before.
I love the sobriety of the style in the Cathedral. It is simultaneously lavish and yet restrained. Sobria ebrietas.
I spent some time with St. John Southworth. Do you know him?
On a ledge I saw the publication I write for. You can have one guess.
Supper was HUNGARIAN. Hungarian is so hard to find. This is a favorite stop for me in London. And now I hear that their lease is up and they have to close or move! I am distressed.
Cold Cherry Soup.
Duck livers.
Schnitzel.
Goulash.
No, I didn’t have them all. You can guess which main was mine.
