Weekend 1, Part Two

On my way home Saturday I stopped at the Notting Hill Gate Marks & Spencer Simply Food. Organic Scottish salmon fillets, organic English peas, Jersey Royal potatoes, bla, bla, bla... All hermetically sealed in serving-size plastic packages. The store is in a space formerly occupied by the Damien Hirst-designed bar & restaurant Pharmacy. We had dinner at home and turned in at a reasonable hour. On Sunday we got up early so we could hit the Columbia Road flower market before heading up to St. John's Wood for lunch at Kevin Allen's house. Ezra Street is a little alley off Columbia Road which is Steven's "favorite place on earth":

Outside Jones Dairy Café
English roses at the market
Columbia Rd. Market

Lunch was a delightful gay old welcome to London. After lunch we jumped on a bus to Piccadilly, where we had plans to meet Suzette at The Wolseley (which they pronounce WOOL-sey) at 7:30. We had a cocktail in the cozy bar.

Design detail in the bar

We were then seated in the dining room such that Gael García Bernal was two people down the banquette from me. I tried to sneak a pic but all I got was his baseball cap, which is in the center of the photo below.

Gael's baseball cap

BTW, have you noticed I worked out how to get pictures off the phone and onto the blog?

Weekend 1, Part One

We wound up not going to the Stella Artois Championships. After supper at home last night we did go to Barcode, where it was rather crowded and the boys were quite frisky. Then we took the 94 Night Bus back to Holland Park Avenue.

Barcode
Waiting for night bus

Today Steven went to the gym and then came home to take a nap. I went to meet Suzette and her sister Rachel at the Tate Britain because Steven said the Turner Prize short-list work was there. Turns out it wasn't. Niether were Suzette & Rachel, who were at the Tate Modern. Taking advantage of the perfect excuse, I hopped the Damien Hirst-designed Tate to Tate boat. After lunch, on the way to Waterloo Station, we passed a procession of hundreds of naked bicycle riders. I had to force myself to stop ogling and take a couple of pictures.

Naked cyclists
More naked cyclists