Took a rather pricey trip in time to Victorian London at Tate Modern today to see an exhibition about Van Gogh's influences and influencers (trendy word these days) in London.
If it wasn't for Loving Vincent i would have probably skipped this but it was such an emotional and immersive film that it was great to discover more about this genius.
The star of the show was the starry night which normally lives in Musee d'Orsay and i should have seen when there but have no recollection.
And how silly of me, as now i consider it as one of my favourite paintings, up there with the girl with the pearl earring.
And what better way to end the day, the day after Halep won Wimbledon, than with bubbles and cakes at Ferran Adria's brother's joint at a fancy hotel in London...