I will always remember the Saatchi Gallery for the giant red print of Che(r). Also of the sculpture which I had to make sure was really one - the huddled group in one corner. And of one arrangement of speakers which reminded me of the basalt columns of the Giant's Causeway.
After she finished work on Thursday, Kim and I walked from the Liverpool Street Station to the area known as Shoreditch. We passed a lot of shops, bars and restaurants, some odd, like a bar on an actual red doubledecker in a big parking lot. (across the three black and white wall drawings.) 
It was a place for the young, Kim told me like a warning. I could see for myself and I was already thinking, where did all these yuppies come from?
The bars could not even contain them. They spilt in the corners and filled the sidewalks. The males in white shirts with half unknotted ties and jackets on their arms, a drink in one hand.
The bars could not even contain them. They spilt in the corners and filled the sidewalks. The males in white shirts with half unknotted ties and jackets on their arms, a drink in one hand.
Farther were a concentration of Indian restaurants where 'sales reps' accost you to persuade you with their specials, much like in the halo-halo days of Central Market in Manila. We tried one and we discovered a very healthy (lots of turmeric) and tasty dish-Biryani. So no regrets. ( At Dishoom in Leicester Square, a more expensive place, it wouldn't be that good.)
(September 6 and 9, 2010)
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