Sophie and I caught a train to St Pancras this morning as we had tickets for a Frida Kahlo exhibition at Tate Modern. I was a little worried about getting a seat on the train as there is a rail workers' strike planned for tomorrow and Monday, but the train was almost empty, and we had a choice of seats.
Once at St Pancras, we went in search of a matcha, but the coffee outlet Sophie wanted to go to was busy with no seats available. We decided to get a taxi to Tate Modern and have something to drink there. Our spell of hot, dry weather had come to an end and today was cool and showery. We had a pleasant taxi ride to Tate Modern, and made straight for the Corner Café where we enjoyed a matcha latte and a free glass of water.
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| The bar in the Corner Café |
Our booking was for 12pm, so we had plenty of time to explore the permanent exhibitions. It was lovely to pick a hall and have a wander around. I'm not a huge fan of modern art; most of it I don't get and think a lot is pretentious, and today my views remained unchanged. I was surprised to see a lot of very young children visiting with their parents and thought that some of the artwork was definitely not suited to them!
One exhibit featured a Guatemalan artist, Naufus Ramírez-Figueroa, whose work was in response to his life in Guatemala at a time when the country was undergoing a civil war. Three videos made up his work, all of them quite disturbing:
He made people lie down on paint-covered metal netted beds so the colour was then transported to their bodies... I thought it was ominous and sinister. In another, he was painting a model with blue paint, and in the third, he was standing in a part of Guatemala that housed the dead, and carrying a block of ice that slowly melted.
There were other, more traditional pieces of art, and we were delighted to see a painting by Magritte:
And other works by Mark Rothko, Ben Nicholson, Piet Mondrian and Andy Warhol.
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| Apparently, this was about refugees fleeing their country |
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| Large, weird installation where a big animal had defecated |
One exhibit was sobering:
This was about the persecution, rape and murder of women in Indonesia. The artist appeared on a video banging a drum and chanting. This was definitely not suitable for children.
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| Another one not suitable for children |
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| Henri Matisse The Snail |
We tried to get into the Frida Kahlo exhibition a little early, but we were told it was busy, so we relaxed on a couple of chairs for ten minutes and watched the comings and goings of people visiting. Sophie had paid £25 each for the tickets, and we hoped it wouldn't be rammed with people.
At 12pm, we headed up the escalator to level 3, and we were admitted into the exhibition. Our fears about it being busy were realised, and there was a veritable scrum around the original Frida Kahlo paintings. I was hoping to see lots of her artwork, but it seemed to be more of a homage to the Mexican painter, with other artists represented as well. Her traditional Tehuana dresses were on display, as well as photographs, videos and personal effects.
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| Not sure how Mooney managed to appear in this self-portrait when she died in 1954... |
One section warned of exhibits concerned with sexual violence and miscarriage, and I saw a little girl in the queue waiting to go in...
Unfortunately, we were both a little disappointed with the exhibition, and I had expected to see more of her artwork. Photography was allowed with some paintings, others not, but I think to see her famous artwork you would need to go to Mexico.
At the end of the exhibition, there was a shop, and Sophie bought a pack of playing cards, a postcard, and a coaster. We tried to get a table at the rooftop restaurant for a drink, but after waiting about twenty minutes, we gave up. The views here were fantastic, with St Paul's Cathedral directly opposite.
We decided to try the ground-floor café for a drink, but it was rammed, so we headed straight to Shake Shack, our choice for lunch. Outside, it was raining, but it wasn't cold.
We strolled over the Millennium Bridge, turned right and walked the short distance to the burger restaurant. Both of us were hungry, and I think our bellies ruled our heads as we ordered a triple Smoke burger each, with fries. Sophie's were covered in cheese and bacon. I was delighted to choose a glass of red with my meal, while Sophie opted for her favourite, a 50/50, which was iced tea and lemonade.
We sat at a table near the open kitchen, and I was fascinated by the amount of food being prepared and served!
The burgers were delicious, but they were huge! I ended up deconstructing mine just to be able to get it in my mouth! I dread to think how many calories there were, but it was a rare treat, and we hadn't planned on eating again today!
We had no plans to go anywhere else today, so we finished our meals, went outside and hailed a black cab to take us to The Renaissance Hotel. Our plan was to have a drink in The Booking Office and then catch an earlier train home.
Our taxi whisked us back, and we were able to bag a table in the gorgeous bar. It's definitely one of our truly favourite places to visit! Sophie ordered a Negroni, while I chose a Campari served with Fevertree Blood Orange Soda. The drink was scrumptious!
It was heaven to sit and sip our drinks and do some people watching. On a table to the right of us was a man and a woman who we thought were on a date. The man truly loved the sound of his own voice and droned on and on, hardly letting the woman speak! I would have made my excuses and left!
While we sat and relaxed, we chatted about next Saturday when we're back in London to see a podcast festival at the South Bank Centre with David McCloskey and Gordon Corera. We decided to go to London later in the day, see the show and then have dinner at The Booking Office before catching a train home.
We had another round of drinks (this time Sophie had a sparkling English wine) and then caught the next train, which left just before 4pm. It was a fast train stopping at Kettering and a couple of other stations before hurtling off to Nottingham. It was great, but the only thing that spoilt the journey was a family group who were very loud!
Keith picked us up, and we headed home to watch Newcastle, and then our much-anticipated Bond Night at The Proms, shown on BBC2. We had a couple of cocktails and enjoyed the fantastic music! It had been a brilliant, very arty day!