Today my friend and I cycled through Victoria Park which is all colours of russet and gold and grey, and along the lonely stretches of the canal where the weed is electric green and undisturbed.
We were headed for the outskirts of the Olympic Park, one of my favourite places in London. There is still a hint of the Victorian industrial city: brick chimneys, the woodsmoke from canalboats, dark warehouses and factories. But now also these huge space-ship structures, like something from a Soviet textbook - not that I know anything about architecture, but the enormity of the stadiums, the futuristic style hinted at a communal machine dream. Anish Kapoor's tower is almost finished too, the rust-red of blood vessels, again part space-ship but also part serpent part rollercoaster.
We had tea and lunch in the lime-green cafe, and cycled back, then went to Beyond Retro and bought ridiculous clothes. A good day.
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