Thanksgiving in London
And I'm off to stare at the Rothkos in the Tate. It appears tonight that I'm going to a restaurant so famous even I've heard of it, which frightens me, more than a little.
Clouds. Scarf weather. And the Rothkos are waiting.
Clouds. Scarf weather. And the Rothkos are waiting.
posted by e. Readicker-Henderson at 6:37 AM
1 Comments:
giktpbGlad to hear that you are visiting "your" Rothkos. Visit my Turners while you are in town - ok?
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