a perfect day

Last Sunday was a near perfect day.  I was supposed to see a friend who couldn't make it at the last minute, so it was like an extra, a completely free gift of a day to with whatever I liked.  Which doesn't happen very often.

I decided to take my new camera out on its first sightseeing trip, starting off in Camden Passage, where this group of girls were filming an odd thing about hats which involved many, many increasingly shrill takes starting with 'WOMEN, PUT on your hats!' which I was oddly enthralled by.

Then the best bacon sandwich.  Ever.

Followed by a walk that took me all the way down Goswell Rd to the Southbank.

Where I took loads of sun-che photos which I won't bore you with here.  As well as some Vulkan-esque ones like this.  Or I tried.  My feet look weird from this angle.

I was taken aback by the Tate crack.  I'd actually only gone in to get some magazines from the shop.  After hearing lots about it and the visitors who were obviously so bored by it they decided to fall down it and then sue for doing so, I thought I might be underwhelmed.  But it was disconcerting and wonderful.  Where it got really big and deep down at the bottom.