London is all gray skies and piercing wind. The rain lets up occasionally and then it's plain lovely.
I went for walks and got rewarded by sun:
I also got rained on quite a lot.
After a while I decided to take matters into my own hands and bought a hat. It came in handy. I also got lots of compliments. Strange, because you'd think the English wear hats more often. But I guess not, I was the only one rocking the wide brimmed gray sexy hat. It was good for the rain.
I also went to see a Paul Klee exhibit at the Tate Modern. It was a feast for the senses.
He had a good life, that Klee. He got to be in Germany at the height of the Bauhaus movement and spent time with Kandinsky. They probably smoked cigarettes and debated art and philosophy over wine or something stronger in late night cafes and bars. Lucky him. He spent most of his life doing what he loved and in the right place. He died just before the start of the 2nd World War - probably a good thing since it would have broken his heart. His last painting was called 'Twilight Flowers' and it made me cry.
Here is a quote of his, I love the last sentence about the artist being 'a creature on a star among stars'.
I stayed with friends and was surrounded by cats. It's nice to have a warm cat around on a cold night, let me tell you.
This one, though, was as large as a panther - I swear! But very sweet and cuddly.
On occasion the sky looked magical, like in a Peter Pan story:
I went to the Borough Market and spent lots of money on edible things. Can you blame me?
My Troubadour show was sold out and packed. The sound guy was a cute Italian serious bloke and he was very good. I think I'll hire him again!
I caught a cold and brought it back to L.A. On the way back I woke up and saw glaciers: