While it’s a matter of weeks (minutes, if this weekend’s anything to go by) before I’m complaining about the heat, a warm-ish, light evening is ideal for walking through the city. And with a few hours between finishing in the office and The National’s stage time at the Royal Festival Hall, I did just that. My plan was never to look at Google Maps, but I have an awful sense of direction so I did, twice.
However, stumbling across the Brunswick was entirely incidental and a delight: the shops along its inner might be doing their best to disguise what’s beneath, but the final embers of golden hour did their job nicely regardless.
My only regret was not packing any film cameras that day. D’oh.