I finally made it to the Kahlo exhibit at the Tate Modern today, just days before it closes. There’s that one where there’s two of her, hearts exposed; and the one with Diego, and her feet so little; and the ones with the spider monkeys; and always she is staring, staring. A vivid flatness, and her black eyes.

In the museum store, they were selling a book I designed. I won’t make a bigger deal out of what was not, ultimately, such a big deal, but, I have to say, that felt pretty good.

Walking back along the South Bank, I somehow missed my bridge. The long way home, then, and it’s nice when mistakes like this happen. Back lanes and patches of sun.