Lunch in a Soho restaurant garden. It was 1:00 pm but we were the first ones there for the day. That meant we got to pick the shady corner. Sitting here it was so quiet - hard to believe that the busy street was just on the other side of the building.
We really liked the look of this little nook - so we booked it for next weekend when Doug and Marge are back in town with their friend Nicole.
I wanted to see the Virginia Woolf exhibit so we hit the Gallery….and I still want to see the Virginia Woolf exhibit because although we got in, the crowd made it difficult to read all the small captions on the photographs. We skipped the details of her life and went right to the paintings but we were not allowed to take photos in that area of the museum.
But there are plenty of other things to look at.
Bill loves a lumpy portrait.
We weren't supposed to take photographs in here either - the portrait award gallery - but Bill loves to be a rule breaker.
STOP! They said no photography!!!
For a brief moment I thought this guy was Michael Palin. My heart started to race and I felt the tears welling up in my eyes. Bill mocked me saying he looks nothing like Michael Palin but I think this picture shows a hint of Palin. Strangely he looks like he was meditating standing in the middle of the crowd but he wasn't. He was doing a silly walk and singing the lumber jack song.
Phew - we made it out of the museum without an arrest.
Time for tea.
It's always time for a selfie. That's Liberty in the background.
This Sunday was the last day they will close the traffic on Regent Street. That's too bad because it's so damn crowded otherwise.
From here we strolled home to eat left over Chinese food out on the picnic table. Another weekend over in the blink of an eye.
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