Me and the boys took ourselves to the big smoke on Thursday morning; we had finally managed to get an appointment at the Italian Consulate for their passports and we thought we tagged along a visit to the Tate Modern and a mooch about.
The weather was glorious and we had a blast. We caught the Picasso exhibition which is about to close soon and I’m so glad we did. It was/is absolutely fantastic, really interesting and well put together. It charts Picasso’s life and work during the year 1932, the year his marriage to Olga collapses, the relationship with his lover, his rivalry with Matisse, his forays into sculpture and his struggle to retain the huge fame of his earlier years. We saw paintings I’d never seen before and that’s always a bit of a thrill,… fascinating.
We also hit Oxford street and whoever thinks boys don’t shop… hasn’t met mine! I barely survived.
Now for the details:
- we travelled by train and buying yearly family travel card (£30) made the trip sooooooo much cheaper. English trains are ridiculously expensive but the family travel card is great. Look into it, it’s worth the palaver of filling in form etc. It made the return journey cheaper than a one way without the card. Not sure how that works but hey, I’m not complaining.
- We stayed at The Grange St Paul, we could have all shared a family room with two twin beds (not many hotels offer a family room so this one is to keep in mind) but I didn’t fancy sharing a bed with a 6ft teenager so… we got two. Their offer included a huge buffet breakfast that left everybody satisfied. AND was right next to St Paul’s cathedral so very close to the Tate too.
- We had dinner at The Fat Bear, just around the corner with my cousin who’s a PhD student at Imperial College… American regional food they say, whatever… No 3 realised his dream to have chicken and waffles (don’t ask, I have weird children) and the burgers were delicious. So was the spinach dip.
AND AND AND everything went smoothly at the Consulate and we walked away with brand spanking new Italian passports for the boys.