More Sunday fun at Spitalfields, featuring what was, I think, my third or fourth spot of Gilbert and George. Who needs to go to the Tate retrospective when you can see their life as art for real?
We had coffee at a very cute dark-wood olde-days coffee shop just outside the market, whose name I forget, but it was all about the place, the people and the glorious spring sun.
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