You would’ve been 72 years young today.
We miss you. I think you’d like London.
Sam & Jo introduced us to our first gastropub The Old Dairy in Crouch Hill. We’ve already been back for seconds. This time we tried out their eats—spicy fishcakes with chili jam and potato gnocchi with watercress and bleu cheese. The dairy from 1890 has come a long way; they also project rubgy and football games in 3D.
An annual event on the August Bank Holiday since 1966, the Notting Hill Carnival is the largest street festival in all of Europe, and second largest in the world after Brazil’s Rio Carnival. A local festival started by the West Indian community of Notting Hill is now a full-blooded Caribbean carnival, attracting millions.
We went to have a look although our Brit friends “gave it a miss” (my current favorite British expression!) this year. We ate jerk chicken, greens and dumpling over rice on the street. We were
busy people watching. The carnival brought in the noise & brought in the funk, the right way.
Tommy wasn’t lying when he told us just how great the Tate is. Our first trip (of undoubtedly many to come) to the Tate Modern included the American-born photographer Diane Arbus exhibit, showing through 31 March 2012. Emotional, curious, and oddly, sometimes nostalgic.
Here we are. Week one: arrived safely, found just the apartment we were hoping for, got caught in the rain, ate fish & chips (twice), had dinner at St. John’s Bread & Wine with Hugh and Jess who were passing through on their honeymoon, had Italian eats with Sam and Jo (so far our only British friends, thanks to Swilly), visited the Tate Modern, British Museum, Museum of London, Tralfagar Square, National Gallery, British Library, Spitalfield market, Notting Hill market, Barbican, Tower Bridge, heard an organ recital at St. Paul’s Cathedral, and watched the final Harry Potter film. xo.