Where do we always find ourselves ending up on our way to somewhere else? Yep, you guessed it: London. This time, though, we came to have Tia’s eye checked out. Ever since Colombia she tells it to look one direction and it takes a little while to get there. Trying to explain this in Spanish or French has only yielded a prescription for allergy medicine.
Of course, there’s plenty to do in this little hamlet, too. We kicked it at Sadler’s Wells, one of our favorite theatres, and watched a work based on Japanese butoh (a.k.a. “dance of darkness”) where sand fell in streams from the rafters and a man underwent a very slow transformation into a centaur. And, despite having live horses on stage that were better actors than Keira Knightley, Tia fell asleep. So much for high culture…
Tom and Kiki, our lovely friends, let us crash at their place in Shoreditch and we did everything possible to tear Tom away from his computer to drink more wine with us (he’s become terribly adult in recent years). Kiki, on the other hand, has no such predilections and joined us for dim sum at Shanghai Blues and introduced us to a fantastic brunch at the very hard-to-find Rochelle’s Canteen.
Little by little, I will gain back that weight I lost in Africa.
The horses really stole the show: http://www.sadlerswells.com/standalonevideo.php?video=63786503001,764176445001&show=3569&more=1