Tate Britain

We took an early train to London to make the most of our couple of days away, travelling First Class for a change because the upgrade was cheap and we intended to drink the difference in complimentary coffee. We got the bus over to Shoreditch and went to the Geffrye Museum, which is billed as the ‘Museum of the Home’ but is unashamedly a history of the interior design tastes of ‘the Middling Sort’ over the last three hundred years or so told through a series of reconstructed parlours and living rooms – all housed in some very fine Eighteenth Century Almshouses and gardens. They also have a very nice café overlooking the gardens and proffering a more than decent line in cakes. Afterwards we braved the crowds crammed amongst the many street vendors on Brick Lane, taking a temporary refuge in the relative calm of Rough Trade East, before making our way over to Hoxton for brunch at the 100. Later on we took in an evening viewing of the David Hockney ‘greatest hits’ show at Tate Britain and ate a leisurely pizza by the river.