By tube to Piccadilly as there are a couple of things we want to check out. Soho as jostlingly cheerful as ever. A couple of shops closed, presumably for Good Friday, but most establishments open. Then up to Oxford Street, which is crowded. A man on a small stand berates the throng for their sinful ways, sounding very angry. The only bit I catch seems to be a chastisement for smoking, but if that meets the category of major misdoing there must be much, much more. Another man has adapted an upside down bicycle with additions that form small steel drums. He's pretty good and has gathered a small circle round him. And outside Selfridge's there's a chap who has a genuine steel drum with a surprisingly pretty tone on which he is playing English Country Garden, sadly with no audience at all.
Selfridge's food hall is either high art or food porn, depending on your point of view. There's a champagne and oyster bar, which is doing happy business, and counters selling everything imaginable, including such luxuries as wild boar prosciutto and buffalo milk camembert. Everything artfully displayed, and nothing accidentally underpriced. Always as good as a gallery visit. Would like to photograph but not sure it would be appreciated.
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