St Paul's from the Tate Modern

We've just been in the Tate Modern where Gill wanted to see a Pierre Bonnard exhibition (French Fauvist, apparently). I got myself settled in the café, Palestine that I am. I really don't get so much modern art (Gill despairs). Rothko and Jackson Pollocks (not rhyming slang) just don't do it for me. Great to meet up with Louisa and Rachel afterwards for a reviving beer and steak.