Friday September 14An even more active day: Tate Modern in the morning, lunch at the Globe Theater Restaurant (now much more daringly composed and cooked than before), then Love's Labour's Lost, and finally the grand finale: listening to Alvin Curran's "Maritime Rites" blasted from a barge on the Thames, cacaphonied back by a gaggle of miscellaneous musicians on the Millennium Bridge, and ended with a polite peal of bells from St. Paul's Cathedral - all helped along with a bottle of red wine in the Globe bar.
We returned home to a homely meal: a big British chicken (cheapest that Sainsbury's offers, because they come in irregular sizes) roasted in our usual manner, with rosemary sprigs under its skin and a lemon up its butt; and roasted carrots, parsnips, and beets, which came out a bit underdone despite over an hour and a half in the oven, who knows why.
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