Squeeze box

It was lovely to walk down the south bank to Borough today. The sun was out and the pace was unhurried. We had a rather excellent lunch in a new place on Dirty Alley (I never knew aubergine could be cooked like that, folded concertina like on skewers and crisped and served with grape molasses). 

Then went to see the really powerful Philip Guston exhibition at Tate Modern. He lived between 1913 and 1980 and there was some controversy about the exhibition being delayed. He does not make comfortable viewing and some of his paintings with themes of the fear arising from persecution are genuinely harrowing. He struggled to continue working and felt helpless in the face of all the evil in the world. Ring any bells with today’s world?

This busker under the Millennium Bridge by contrast bought a moment of calm and connection to the day.