After feasting our eyes on Jean Paul Gaultier’s opulent creations, we realised how peckish we were and headed to the Foodhall again for a latte & cake break.
I normally avoided consuming caffeine after 3pm due to my occasional insomnia. However, walking around the exhibition sapped a significant amount of energy out of me and therefore I broke my cardinal rule and ordered a slice of coffee & walnut sponge as well as non-decaf skinny latte…
The sky didn’t appear too threatening then. Just mottled clouds spread blanketing above us like an unmade bed…
The inside of the Barbican always reminded me the 70’s in a good way…
Shortly after I took this pic on Whitecross Street, the heavens opened and we ended up having to take shelter under the trees by the roadside…
Mr.B was shielded from the elements safely inside his new doggie rucksack. How lucky him! Hubbie & I stood under the shade, praying for the rain to stop so we could head home…
