The summer adventures continued on a smaller scale with a trip up to London to visit Laura last weekend.
We had originally thought of going up on the Friday but being in the middle of packing to move that seemed a less than great idea by the time it rolled around. Instead we went up reasonably early on Saturday morning and after dropping off our suitcase wandered over with Laura to check out Daughts, London’s own boardgame cafe.
It’s a pretty cool place, with what looked to my untrained eye like a solid library of games. They have the usual coffee shop selections, alcoholic drinks and cocktails, plus pretty good food. The tables are all the same size and design and you pay £5 a head to stay and play for 4 hours, not bad at all. We were one of three tables occupied when we arrived but by the time we left the place was completely full.
John and Laura checked out the selectiom and came back with two classic looking board games, racing and elder god themed respectively plus a card/story game called Dixit which reminded me a lot of another game I played with Bryan and Mette once or twice. I played the racing one, coming in third out of three of course and then sat out the Cthulhu one before diving back in for the card game, which I don’t even think we kept score on. As a non-gamer I will recommend it with the caveat that the seats are surprisingly uncomfortable and once full the place was very load, no doubt due to the brick dome of a ceiling.
Afterwards we headed to the nearest Brewhouse to meet up with Laura’s beau Aaron and had some very nice beers while playing casual Trivial Pursuit, again without keeping score-just judging each other loudly when we failed to get an answer. A bit more wandering and some pizza and sitcoms rounded out a pretty chill Saturday.
On Sunday we started out a bit more ambitious, planning on a fry up, a trip to one of London’s markets, and then the Tate Modern for the Georgia O’Keefe exhibition there. Breakfast ended up being problematic and we settled for admittedly tasty croissants and flat whites before heading to the market. Unfortunately the one we aimed for doesn’t happen on Sundays so we had to find a smaller one, which was still way, way cooler than anything in Southampton. We had some chicken and waffles, a chorizo scotch egg, and a filled donut, all of which were very good indeed. This fortified we walked to the met through the increasing heat, arriving more excited for the air conditioning that for the art, to be honest. Luckily both were there to restore our spirits and soon we were enjoying a really wonderful exhibit of an artist I only knew the vaguest outlines about before.
The exhibition was arranged in the usual biographical style, in this case each room was very well organized to a time period in O’Keefe’s life and seemed very well curated. The famous flower paintings were a small fraction of what was on hand, a lot of powerful abstract works and some fascinating 1920s cityscapes stood out far more to me. Intermixed were photographs and some art by her circle, including a delightful Ansel Adams photo of her and a man named Orville Cox.